Gemotions

The aroma of curry wafted through the house, a smell that made Jake's mouth water. He found Priya in the kitchen, carefully stirring a pot, her brow furrowed in concentration. She looked up, and he saw a blush creep up her cheeks. "How was your day, jaan?" she asked, her pronunciation nearly perfect, her tone filled with affection. He leaned against the counter, a smile tugging at his lips. He'd never felt quite so content. "It was good," he managed, his voice a little husky. "And you?"