" I slept with him...." Came her innocent voice.
" No, she is lying." Screamed Vihaan.
" Stop lying, tell them we were just in one room and nothing else happened. My character is dependent on your truth Miss. Please don't lie." Vihaan warned calmly...
The soft, golden rays of dawn spilt through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, ethereal glow. Vihaan lay still, his gaze fixed on Kanvi's serene face as she slept soundly on his chest. Her dark hair tumbled across his shoulder, a few unruly strands brushing against his jaw. Her warm breath fanned his neck, the occasional soft snore breaking the morning silence, and his lips curved into a tender smile.
Fifteen days since their last fight. Fifteen days since she had refused to give in about which office to join, her stubbornness standing tall against his own. Yet, here she was, draped over him, her body seeking his warmth even in her dreams.
His mind wandered back to that night, the one where their heated argument had spiralled out of control. In her fiery frustration, she had accidentally knocked over his prized telescope, its delicate frame crashing to the ground. His research book, the one filled with years of careful calculations and observations, had disappeared somewhere in the chaos.
He'd searched for that book tirelessly, his frustration mounting with every moment it remained lost. But now, in the quiet of the morning, with Kanvi's steady heartbeat in sync with his own, the memory felt distant, almost trivial.
Vihaan shifted slightly, careful not to wake her. His hand traced slow, soothing circles on her back, the silk of her nightshirt cool beneath his fingertips. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, then brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She stirred faintly but didn't wake, her lips parting in a contented sigh.
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With infinite care, he slid out from beneath her, laying her gently on the bed. He tucked the duvet around her snugly, pausing to admire the way the morning light kissed her skin.
Padding softly across the room, Vihaan made his way to the bathroom. The sound of water cascading from the showerhead filled the quiet space, steam curling around him as he stepped beneath the soothing spray. The warmth seeped into his muscles, washing away the tension of the past weeks.
After his bath, Vihaan stood before the mirror, running a hand through his damp hair. He reached for the crisp white shirt hanging by the door, slipping it on before donning his sharp black tuxedo. His Christmas break was meant to be a time of rest, but his mind was firmly fixed on his office now. There was work to be done and plans to be made.
Yet, as he fastened his cufflinks and straightened his tie, his thoughts kept drifting back to Kanvi, still asleep in their bed. A soft chuckle escaped him as he glanced toward the closed door. Even in sleep, she had a way of grounding him, of reminding him why every fight, every compromise, was worth it.
With one last look in the mirror, Vihaan grabbed his watch from the dresser and slipped it onto his wrist. The day awaited him, but his heart remained tethered to the woman still wrapped in dreams.
