Saturday night.

"Riya's point of view,"

It's 7:00 p.m., and I've just arrived home from work.

I walked down the hall and switched on the hall light.

The thrill of completing my assignment on time lit up my face.

After opening the bedroom door and laying my laptop bag and handbag on the side table, I went to the bathroom.

Today I put on Harsh's T-shirt and shorts, tucked my ponytail into a cozy bun, and went into the kitchen.

I began my cooking preparations by removing the cabbage from the refrigerator.

Harsh adores my home-cooked meals, so when he complimented my cuisine, I was ecstatic.

He favors my home-cooked meals the most.

Harsh never demands that I cook because he understands that I have a job and that I am frequently exhausted after it.

I consider myself really blessed to have such a wonderful lover.

Without him, I was feeling rather lonely. He is always present in the kitchen with me, assisting me with kitchen activities.

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