The afternoon sun filtered through the large glass windows of the supermarket, casting long golden rays across the polished floor as Saanjh slowly pushed her shopping cart through the neatly arranged aisles. Ever since marrying Vikram, she had unknowingly fallen into the comforting routine of managing their little home.
Grocery shopping had become one of those simple pleasures she secretly enjoyed. Every week she carefully prepared a handwritten list, ticking off every item one by one, making sure nothing was forgotten. Vikram often laughed at her seriousness, teasing that she looked less like a newly married woman and more like an auditor inspecting the supermarket shelves.








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