The AC hums gently through the grand suite, its cool breath warding off the Rajasthan summer heat. Morning light streams through the windows, laying golden patterns across the silk bedsheets and the bare skin of the couple curled within them.
Kavyansh lies on his side, already awake, eyes tracing every line of Varenya's sleeping form- her long lashes resting against flushed cheeks, lips slightly parted, the curve of her back exposed as the sheet clings low around her waist. She looks like poetry wrapped in sunlight.



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