The morning sun tried to peek through the heavy curtains, but the room was still draped in a warm, intimate dimness. Khushi woke up feeling a weight on her waist. She opened her eyes to see Ayaan’s face inches from hers. He was already awake, watching her with an intensity that made her breath hitch.
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