The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on their entwined bodies. Avantika stirred, blinking against the light. Sumit was still asleep, his face relaxed in slumber, a soft smile gracing his lips.

She traced the lines of his face, her fingers lingering on his cheekbone. He stirred, opening his eyes slowly. "Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
Avantika smiled. "Good morning."

He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair. "Did you sleep well?"
"Better than I have in years," she confessed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

He kissed the top of her head. "Me...