"Bahar chaliye sab," (Everyone get out) he commanded, his voice a low, raspy whisper.
"Aaj hi karna hai?" (Do we have to do it today?) Aniruddh asked, his voice cold and emotionless.
She turned, a soft smile on her face, and gestured to the tub.
"Saath mein nahane ka irada hai kya?" (Do you have intentions of bathing together?) he asked, a hint of his old mockery in his voice.
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