In the warm glow of the kitchen light, the scent of freshly baked cake filled the air. Aryan stood by the counter, watching the delicate swirls of blueberry cream glisten under the soft yellow light.
As a small celebration, for his achievement to bring father and daughter together, he baked his favorite cake as a complement to himself.
When the cake was ready, Aryan sliced it neatly, sharing a portion with everyone in the house. But as he wrapped half of it carefully and tucked it into the fridge, hidden from Alisha's eyes
"If it weren't for him, the plan wouldn't have succeeded. So, he deserves the large piece." Murmuring to himself, Aryan closed the fridge door.
...
By the time Evan returned home, the clock was brushing past midnight. The faint light from the living room revealed Aryan curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, a novel slipping from his loose grip. The book's pages were creased at the edges, hinting that Aryan had fallen asleep while reading.
