Karan’s home office in their 2BHK in Andheri West was always quiet during the day. Meera left at 8:30 sharp every morning, laptop bag slung over her shoulder, heels clicking on the marble floor. “Arjun’s lunch is in the fridge, Riya will handle the rest,” she’d say, kissing Karan’s cheek quickly before rushing out. She was a senior manager at a fintech firm—long hours, late meetings, weekend calls. Their sex life had become a distant memory: quick missionary on Friday nights when she wasn’t too tired, or nothing at all.