Abhi was still running his fingers gently through Adi’s hair, but his mind was far away from the present. His fingers moved almost automatically, while his eyes remained fixed on the wall in front of him. He was staring at it blankly, lost somewhere inside his own thoughts, unaware of how much time had passed.
That was how Kunj found him when he entered the room with a plate of dal khichdi in his hands.
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