THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

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Aditya's POV:

The morning light peeked through the curtains of our room, coaxing my eyes open.

As I blinked, our surroundings came into focus, and the events of yesterday flooded my mind.

I still can't believe it-I had my first kiss at the most perfect moment, in the most perfect place, with the most perfect partner.

Well, the second and third kiss too.

Speaking of her, where was she now? I turned to my side, only to find the space next to me empty.

Some weight pressed against my stomach prevented me from rolling over completely. I tugged at the blanket, revealing Taniya sound asleep.

She clung to my stomach, her hands wrapped around it, and her face half-hidden by her tousled hair.

Even when I can't see her face I know she is radiating an undeniable cuteness like everytime she wakes up with a confused face or when she rubs her eyes.

I propped myself up on my elbows, reaching out to gently pull her from my stomach to my chest.

Her entire body settled against mine, her hair disturbing my view. I brushed aside the strands to find her eyes closed.

I pulled her on my side and she kept her face nuzzled in my neck.

Her steady breaths hit my neck as she remained unaffected with all the moments.

How many times had I suppressed the urge to sleep beside her, to hold her close and wake up to the sight of her face?

But now, it was all real.

Taniya stirred, lifting her head from the crook of my neck, and rolled over me to sleep on the other side.

How does she manage to move so much without waking up? If I didn't know she has a specific wake-up time, I'd think she was pretending to be asleep.

This trip was a necessity-for both her and us.

Back home, she rarely got any rest due to her demanding hospital work. But here, she could finally relax and enjoy her time.

And the most significant thing was that this trip brought us even closer.

At the trip's beginning, I never imagined we'd even be sharing a bed like this.

Yet here I am, on the last day of our honeymoon, having already experienced our first kiss as a married couple, with my woman sound asleep beside me.

This couldn't get any better.

Taniya was still nestled in my arms, her breaths gentle and rhythmic.

The warmth of her body seeped into mine.

I watched her, mesmerized by the delicate curve of her lips, the flutter of her eyelashes against her cheeks for i guess an hour or two.

But then she stirred in her sleep, her fingers brushing against my chest.

Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she seemed disoriented and then she again closed her eyes going back to sleep.

A smile made its way on my face at her behaviour.

After half an hour she woke up again.

Her gaze swept across the room, taking in the familiar surroundings-the cozy blankets, the faint scent of lavender, and the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.