Anushri’s POVI was in the kitchen, preparing lunch, when I realized I needed the jar of turmeric, which was inconveniently placed on the top shelf. Standing on my tiptoes, I stretched as far as I could, but the jar slipped through my fingers and fell with a loud clatter, spilling its contents across the counter and floor.Amey, who was seated at the dining table, glanced up at the noise and frowned. “What happened now?” he asked, his tone laced with irritation.I threw him a look, brushing the hair from my face. “Nothing. Just a jar that decided to jump off