The golden morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Aarohi lay nestled in Veer’s arms, her face resting against his bare chest. His fingers lazily traced circles on her back as he gazed down at her, his gray eyes filled with warmth. The peaceful rhythm of her breathing, the faint scent of roses from her hair—it was a sight he could wake up to every day.

As if sensing his gaze, Aarohi stirred, her lashes fluttering before her hazel eyes slowly opened. Their eyes met, and within seconds, a soft pink blush crept up her neck, deepening as she became aware of their closeness.