Morning light streamed softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm golden glow. The air felt calmer than the night before. Mahira stirred slightly, her lashes fluttering as she slowly opened her eyes. For a moment, she didn’t understand why she felt so warm.

Then she realized. She was wrapped securely in Atharv’s arms — his hand resting firmly around her, his other arm tucked beneath her head like a pillow. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the sunlight, and tilted her face upward. His face was only inches away from hers — relaxed, peaceful, completely unaware.