(Bondita's POV)
A week. It had been a week since the Finch anniversary party, a week swallowed whole by the fierce, joyous rediscovery of our marriage. I sighed, letting my head sink lower against the cool porcelain of the tub, the warm water lapping against my shoulders. It was 10 00 PM, and the day’s duties and Pati Babu’s delightful demands had finally, wonderfully, ended.

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