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The soft bubbling of tea filled the air, a gentle hiss rising from the vessel atop the gas stove. The fragrance of cardamom-infused chai wafted through the kitchen, wrapping the space in comfort. Raina stood quietly near the kitchen counter, her gaze unwavering from the pot in front of her. Her hand moved with precision, nudging the bowl slightly so the tea wouldn't boil over. Her posture was focused, movements delicate yet swift-completely absorbed in her little task.