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[21]: Hugs and Humour

A/N: A light hearted, humorous yet mysterious chapter since y'all have been depressed enough. One of the longest chapters I've ever written.

Happy reading, Enjoy <3

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The first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, casting a soft, warm glow across the room. Drishti woke up slowly, the comfortable weight of sleep still draped over her. As she stirred, her senses gradually came alive, and she became aware of the soothing rhythm of someone's breathing close to her.

Her eyes fluttered open, and she was immediately met with the sight of Rakshit, his face nestled against the crook of her neck. They were lying entwined, their bodies pressed closely together. Drishti's heart skipped a beat as she realized they had fallen asleep in each other's arms. She could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against hers, a gentle reminder of the intimacy they had shared throughout the night.

The warmth of Rakshit's body enveloped her, and she could feel the faintest whisper of his breath against her skin. For a moment, Drishti was disoriented, her mind grappling with the reality of their close proximity. Her heart raced, a mix of surprise and a flutter of something deeper that she couldn't quite name.

As she attempted to shift slightly, she felt Rakshit's arms tighten around her instinctively, as if to pull her closer. The gesture was so natural, so unconscious, that it took Drishti by surprise. She found herself momentarily frozen, her breath caught in her throat. The protective, tender embrace felt so unlike the rigid, often detached Rakshit she was used to.

Rakshit stirred awake, his senses slowly coming into focus. He felt the softness of Drishti's body pressed against him and the comforting warmth of her arms around him. Confusion and curiosity flitted across his face as he opened his eyes, locking onto Drishti's with a mixture of surprise and realization.

For a heartbeat, they simply stared at each other, both of them caught off guard by their close proximity. Rakshit's gaze softened as he took in the sight of Drishti's slightly disheveled hair and the faint blush on her cheeks. He felt a sudden, unexpected surge of tenderness and vulnerability. The warmth of her body against his, the gentle rise and fall of her breath, all contributed to an overwhelming sense of closeness.

Drishti's cheeks flushed deeper as she met his eyes, feeling a blend of embarrassment and something else-a growing sense of affection that she had been trying to keep at bay. The realization that they had fallen asleep like this, holding each other so closely, left her feeling exposed yet strangely comforted.

Rakshit hesitated, unsure of how to react. He could sense the vulnerability in the moment, the unspoken connection that had formed between them. Despite the initial shock, a small, sincere smile played on his lips, reflecting a mix of warmth and a hint of amusement. He shifted slightly, carefully disentangling himself from Drishti's embrace, but his movements were gentle, as if reluctant to break the spell of their shared closeness.

Drishti, still processing the intimacy of the situation, allowed herself to relax slightly. As Rakshit pulled away, she felt a pang of disappointment, an odd sense of loss at the sudden distance. She sat up slowly, her heart still racing, and tried to compose herself, her gaze never quite meeting his.

Rakshit cleared his throat, attempting to regain his usual composure.

As they both began to disentangle themselves from the sheets and adjust their positions, the warmth of the morning sun seemed to highlight the subtle shift in their relationship. The close contact they had shared, though unintended, had created a new layer of understanding between them.