Love is a Verb

As Manav opened his eyes, he saw Madhu sitting beside him, trying to wake him up. Her body fragrance and her damp hair suggested she had taken a shower. Manav's eyes struggled to fully open, still heavy with sleep. He looked towards the window, and darkness still lingered outside. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was twenty minutes past three in the night.

"What's the matter, Madhu?"

"Get up, wash your face, and freshen up. I'm heading to make tea. Then we'll go for a walk in the park."

"It's still nighttime, Madhu. It's only three-twenty in the morning," he checked the clock again.

"Nighttime? I'm already up and have taken a shower. I thought it was morning."

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