Against The Eternity Chapter 104: [103] Chapter - 62: The morning of Anshvi (Part - 1/2)

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[103] Chapter - 62: The morning of Anshvi (Part - 1/2) {The Next Morning} Morning arrived quietly in Trapura City, the first light of dawn slipping through the window and spreading across the still room in soft golden lines. The air remained calm, untouched, as though the world itself had yet to fully awaken. On the bed, a figure stirred. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the gentle brightness. For a moment, she did not move, her gaze unfocused—caught between the fading remnants of sleep and the steady return of awareness. Then, gradually, clarity settled within her. She stretched lightly, unhurried, as strands of dark amethyst hair shifted across the mattress like flowing silk. There was no urgency in her movements, no trace of restlessness—only quiet composure, as if even time slowed to match her pace. She rose soon after and moved through her morning routine with practiced ease. The faint sound of water echoed briefly through the room before fading into silence once more. When she emerged, her appearance was refined, every detail set in place with calm precision—not excessive, or careless, but deliberate. A faint fragrance lingered subtly in the air as she adjusted her attire. Her expression was steady and unreadable. Without pause, she stepped out and made her way toward the stairs. She descended slowly. Each step of hers was light against the polished wood. It was almost soundless. The house had already begun to stir by the time she reached the lower floor. Aashi was already seated near the small table by the entrance, the tiffin placed neatly in front of her. Sunlight from the side window fell across the table. It was warming the simple space and making the faint steam rising from the food visible. She looked up. The moment Anshvi came down the stairs, her face lit up with a gentle smile. “Good morning,” the girl greeted softly as she approached. “Good morning, Anshvi,” Aashi replied, her tone warm as always. “Come fast, sit.” … Anshvi spoke first, her tone calm and respectful, yet carrying a gentle firmness. “Aunty, you really don’t need to bring my breakfast here every day. I’ve told you before.” Aashi let out a soft laugh, the kind that came naturally, without effort. “And I’ve told you just as many times,” she replied warmly. While adjusting the tiffin in her hand. “I like doing this. It gives me an excuse to step out of the house as well. Otherwise, I’d just be stuck inside all day.” Her smile lingered—easy, familiar, and genuine. The space they stood in was modest but carefully arranged. To the left of the entrance, a small sitting area had been set up—a low wooden table placed between two cushioned chairs. Their fabric was soft and slightly worn from use. A woven mat lay beneath, and a clay vase filled with fresh flowers added a quiet touch of life to the corner. Sunlight filtered in from a side window, falling gently across the table, making the steam rising from the tiffin faintly visible. The room didn’t carry luxury—but it held warmth, the kind that came from being lived in, not decorated. Aashi placed the lunchbox on the table and began opening it, the faint aroma of freshly prepared food spreading into the air. “You young girls always say these things,” she said lightly, glancing at Anshvi. “Trying to act independent all the time.” Anshvi sat down across from her, a faint smile forming despite herself. “It’s not about that,” she replied. “I just don’t want to trouble you.” “Trouble?” Aashi repeated, feigning mild disbelief as she served the food onto a plate. “If this is trouble, then I’d gladly take more of it.” She pushed the plate toward Anshvi, her eyes softening slightly. “Besides… It’s nice having someone to talk to in the morning.” There was a brief pause—quiet, comfortable. Then Aashi added with a small, teasing glint in her eyes, “And if I don’t come, who knows? You might just skip breakfast altogether.” Anshvi let out a quiet breath—almost a laugh. “…I wouldn’t do that.” Aashi raised a brow, cle