Rudra had slipped into Siya's oversized bathrobe its soft fabric draping over him perfectly, a little too big, but it fit him in a way that made her heart skip. His clothes were soaked from the rain, but now he sat comfortably at the headrest of the bed, Siya resting against his lap. His fingers threaded gently through her hair, which was almost dry now, each touch sending a quiet shiver down her spine.
The moment felt suspended in time until a sharp knock at the door broke the spell, followed by her mother's familiar voice. Siya stiffened immediately.
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