Drenched Heart's

🌸Rising Jelousy🌸

 Next day

 Aahan, Arushi, and Aryan were downstairs enjoying breakfast and laughing. Suddenly, Arushi glanced around the table. "She hasn't woken up yet?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

"Wait, I'll check," Aryan said, standing up. 

Arushi shot Aahan a cheeky smirk, and they shared an amused glance.

As Aryan reached Anjali's room, he knocked softly but received no response. With a gentle push, he quietly opened the door. 

Just as Arushi had mentioned, Anjali was still peacefully asleep. He tiptoed toward her bed, a soft smile spreading across his face as he looked at her.

Her hair was tousled, falling across her face, and the sunlight streaming through the window illuminated her features. "She looks so serene," he thought, feeling warm in his chest.

He carefully brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers grazing her cheek. Anjali stirred slightly but didn't wake. Aryan found himself lost in the moment, studying her features—the gentle curve of her lips, the way her eyelashes fluttered against her skin.

"She looks so beautiful," he whispered to himself, not realizing how tenderly he was looking at her.

His gaze lingered on her face, finally settling on her lips, which were softly pouted. 

A wave of warmth washed over him, and he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming urge to lean in closer. "What am I doing?" he thought, shaking his head slightly as if to dispel the thought.

But his heart raced at the mere idea, and for a moment, he was lost in the fantasy of what it might feel like to kiss her. Would she be as soft and warm as she looked? Would she respond with the same sweetness that radiated from her?

Just then, Anjali stirred again, her eyes slowly opening. She blinked at him in confusion, her expression shifting from sleepiness to surprise.

 "Aryan? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice still laced with sleep.

Caught in the act, Aryan stepped back, his cheeks flushing slightly. 

"I... I just came to wake you up," he stammered, trying to regain his composure. "How's your injury now?"

Anjali rubbed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling into a sleepy smile. "Better than before."

As she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, Aryan couldn't help but admire her.

 "Okay, get freshened up," he said, stepping out of the room but glancing back at her one last time.

As he walked down the hallway, he couldn't shake off the feeling of exhilaration that had taken root in his chest.

When Aryan made his way downstairs, he found Aahan and Arushi chatting animatedly at the dining table, the aroma of breakfast filling the air.