Morning sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting thin golden stripes across the bedsheet. Suman lay on her side, eyes half-open, still wrapped in the haze of sleep. Atharv was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her. His arm rested loosely around her waist, thumb brushing idle circles over the cotton of her nightdress.
She stirred, lashes fluttering.
Write a comment ...