Pyaar ki Takrar

Chapter 43: Whispers of Tomorrow

The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Twinkle stirred awake, blinking against the brightness. She felt warmth enveloping her, and a smile crept onto her face as she remembered the night before. Kunj lay beside her, his arm draped over her protectively, a peaceful expression on his face.

She took a moment to admire him, the way his hair fell over his forehead, the soft rise and fall of his chest as he slept. It was moments like this that made her heart swell with love. Carefully, she shifted to face him, not wanting to wake him but unable to resist the urge to be close.

Kunj stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. When he saw her, a sleepy smile broke across his face. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“Good morning,” Twinkle replied, her heart fluttering at the sight of his smile. She leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby,” he chuckled, brushing his fingers along her arm. “Especially with you next to me.”

Twinkle felt a rush of warmth at his words. “I could get used to this,” she said, biting her lip playfully.

Kunj raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Oh really? You think so?”

Twinkle nodded, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. “Definitely.”

Kunj leaned in closer, their noses almost touching. “Well, then, I guess I’ll just have to make sure you stay next to me all the time,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Twinkle laughed softly, her heart racing. “That sounds like a plan.”

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Breakfast Bliss

After getting up and getting dressed, they made their way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast together. The playful banter continued as they worked side by side, chopping vegetables and mixing ingredients.

“Okay, chef Kunj, what’s the secret to your perfect omelet?” Twinkle asked, leaning against the counter with a teasing smile.

Kunj grinned, feigning seriousness. “The secret is in the love,” he declared dramatically, placing his hand over his heart. “And a dash of salt, of course.”

Twinkle giggled, shaking her head. “I think you just made that up.”

Kunj shrugged with a smirk. “Maybe. But it works, doesn’t it?”

As they plated their breakfast, Twinkle felt a surge of happiness wash over her. This was what she had always wanted—a simple, happy life with Kunj by her side.

After they finished eating, they settled on the couch with steaming cups of coffee. The morning sun bathed the room in warmth, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

“Kunj,” Twinkle began, setting her cup down, “can we talk about something?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” he replied, his expression shifting to concern.

Twinkle took a deep breath. “It’s about us. About where we’re headed.”

Kunj shifted closer, his gaze steady on her. “What are you feeling?”

“I don’t want to rush anything,” she said, her voice earnest. “But I can’t help but think about our future. About what it means for us.”

Kunj nodded, understanding etched across his features. “I’ve been thinking about that too. I know it’s a big step, but I want to take it with you.”