𝐈𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐪

𝟑𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩:-

In the soft light of early dawn, when the sky was painted in shades of pink and lavender, the world seemed to hold its breath.

The air was still cool with the lingering touch of night, but the promise of a warm day hung in the air.

It was a time when the city was silent, save for the occasional chirp of a bird, and the hum of life had yet to fully awaken.

The streets were empty, and the only signs of movement came from a room.

The morning light filtered softly through the thin curtains of the room, casting a golden glow across the small space where the couple lay nestled in their bed.

The room was still, the silence only broken by the gentle sound of their breathing, rising and falling in tandem, as if in rhythm with the new world they had entered the night before.

The warmth of their closeness still lingered in the air, a reminder of the intimacy they had shared, and now, in the soft haze of dawn, the weight of their bond settled around them like a blanket, as intimate as it was comforting.

Their bodies tangled together in the most natural way, as if they were two parts of a whole.

Devaansh stirred first, his body naturally attuned to the light invading the room.

For a moment, he remained still, eyes half-open, taking in the unfamiliar but comforting sight beside him: his Rooh, nestled into the plush white sheets, her dark hair splayed out across the pillow.

She looked so serene, so peaceful, as if the world outside couldn't touch her.

He smiled softly, still in awe of her presence beside him, of the simple fact that they were now a part of each other's lives in this profound way.

His heart swelled with an overwhelming tenderness. In the quiet of that moment, he felt the love he had for her well up, so strong it was almost overwhelming.

She was his now, as he was hers. That reality settled deeper in him than it had the night before, and it filled him with a quiet joy.

He wanted to wake her, to see her sleepy smile, to start this day-this first day of their-togetherness.

Slowly, almost reverently, he shifted closer to her, not wanting to disturb her too suddenly.

He placed his arm lightly over her waist, pulling her gently towards him. She stirred but didn't wake, only snuggling deeper into the pillow.

He chuckled softly, the sound barely louder than a whisper, and placed a light kiss on her shoulder.

The sensation of his lips brushing her skin must have reached her somewhere in her slumber because she gave a small, sleepy sigh, but still, she did not open her eyes.

"Good morning, my love." He whispered, his voice hushed in the soft light of dawn.

He kissed her shoulder again, this time lingering a little longer, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his lips.

She stirred again, and this time, he could see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, her gaze still hazy with sleep.

She turned her head slightly, just enough to see him, her Ansh, lying there beside her, looking at her with such tenderness that it made her heart skip a beat.

She smiled shyly, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink as she remembered the night before, the closeness they had shared, the intimacy that was still new to her.