
Monday morning hit like a hangover from hell. Karan sat at his agency desk by 9 a.m.—crisp shirt, tie knotted too tight, eyes bloodshot from zero sleep. His wife had woken him with coffee and a soft “you seemed restless last night,” oblivious to the faint wet spot he’d missed on the mattress edge. He’d kissed her goodbye like nothing had changed.
Everything had changed.





















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