Final Part
Vikram and Naina are rewriting their story. After the dust of their divorce settled, something remarkable happened. They found their way back to each other, not as ex-spouses, but as two souls rediscovering the love that never truly left...
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental. The views and actions of the characters do not reflect the opinions, beliefs, or values of the author. This work is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not promote or endorse any specific ideology, behavior, or practice. Reader discretion is advised.
NOTE:
Just wanted to let you know that this is my story, and I have worked very hard to create a storyline with thses characters. I'd really appreciate it if you don't use any part of it for your own stuff. Thanks for understanding and respecting that!
If anyone is new to this book, I suggest you read Part 1,Part 2 and Part 3, before reading this one
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Chapter 1: The Routine
The scene starts in the early morning hours. The sun has not risen yet, but the 'lady'... oops!!! Sorry.... 'The Man of the house' has to rise to fulfill his duties......
Cut to:
In Vikram's room:
(The sun had barely risen when Vikram's alarm buzzed softly, pulling him from his slumber.
He stretched out his arms, rolled his neck and shoulders to shake off the stiffness of the night.)
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(Moments later, he slid out of bed and changed into his gym clothes, a pair of comfortable pair of track pants and a moisture-wicking T-shirt.
Grabbing his gym bag, he headed downstairs.)
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. Later,
In the kitchen:
(Vikram found the bowl of soaked almonds he had prepared the previous night.
He began peeling them methodically, placing the smooth nuts in a small container.
Once done, he prepared a glass of warm water with a splash of apple cider vinegar.
He drank it in measured sips, the tangy liquid waking him fully.
On his way out, he grabbed a few soaked almonds and a ripe banana from the fruit basket and stepped into the crisp morning air.)
