The first rays of dawn slipped gently through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. The faint hum of the ceiling fan and the rhythmic sound of Siya's slow breathing filled the air. Curled up beneath the blanket, her hair sprawled across the pillow, she looked like a dream Rudra never wanted to wake up from.
He stood by the bedside, towel draped around his neck, fresh from his shower. His usual sharp demeanor softened as he watched her.
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