Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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The morning was inevitable and I wasn't looking forward to waking up even if I was in Ivan's extremely comfy bed.
There was a moment of confusion when I opened my eyes to see a blurry room. The walls of my room were a pale blue but all I saw were unfamiliar shapes of grey. The light was different too, my windows faced opposite of my bed but here rays of sunlight cut through the air, landing on the carpeted floors.
I blinked my eyes open and close, wondering if I was seeing things. Nope. Everything was still blurry but at least I knew that I was said and sound in Ivan's room.
I tried to get up but I felt his arms wrap securely around my waist. He pulled me down, resting my head against his shoulder. A messy head of blonde hair attached to a muscular chest, his steady heartbeat underneath my palm.
It felt familiar even though this was the first time.
I pushed my hair out of my face, squinting a bit as I made out Ivan's sleeping face. His head rolled to the side, exposing his neck. One arm was behind his head. I smiled in a dopey sort of way, watching Ivan snore softly.
He looked different like this. Less tired, more at peace. The lines of his face were smoother, making him look younger. I lifted my hand to brush away a few messy strands of hair that fell onto his forehead. I was used to seeing his hair slicked back with gel. This felt more natural.
I lifted my head from my pillow and kissed his cheek, careful not to wake him.
"How long are you going to stare at me?" He asked, eyes still closed. His voice sounded rough and gravelly with sleep, I could feel his laughter rumble through his chest.
I was startled and pulled back. Ivan tightened his arm around me, pulling me atop of him. My hair slid to the side, casting a curtain of ink and cutting through the rays of sunlight that spiked into the room.
"You startled me," I said, hitting his chest lightly.
He opened his eyes slowly like a sleeping prince, revealing an enchanting shade of blue that caught the grey morning sunlight. Ivan smiled slowly when he caught my gaze, closing his eyes again.
"Good morning to you, too, sweetheart," He said, his hand tracing slow sleepy circles on my exposed shoulders.
That smile did strange and wonderful things to my heart. It felt like there was a hummingbird trapped inside of my chest.
I don't think I was ever going to get used to him looking at me like that.
"Did you sleep well?" I asked.
Ivan chuckled, "I think that's the best I've slept in a long time." He lifted his hand to my face, tracing a line from the corner of my eye down to my chin. "Maybe you just make all the bad dreams go away. Coincidence?"
"That's cheesy and you know it."
Ivan's thumb rested underneath my eye, gently brushing over my cheekbone. "I'm being romantic."
