His wife, Meera, was asleep in the next room, her face still puffy from the fight they’d had three hours ago. Something about his career, his lack of "drive," his habit of disappearing into the balcony during family gatherings. The usual script. He had mumbled an apology—the kind that wins arguments, not hearts—and retreated here.
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