Twelve days.
Twelve long, silent, empty-bed and empty-chair days since she had last seen him. At first, every morning felt the same— her waking up.. looking towards the bed and calling him out 'Rana-sa' and searches for him in their room. Then in dining room— her eyes drifting instinctively toward the head chair, her breath holding for a second, waiting... hoping... & finding nothing.
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