The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bed where Nidhi and Devarsh remained entangled. Nidhi was the first to wake, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks before she fully opened her eyes. She stayed still for a moment, feeling the steady, rhythmic beat of Devarsh’s heart against her chest.

A shy, radiant smile spread across her face as the memories of the previous night came rushing back—the heat, the gasps, and the way he had looked at her.