I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.... ♾️♾️
If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you.
If I were to live a thousand lives,
I would want to make you mine in each one..... Kayamath tak
"You're the moon, he's the sun,
And...
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This night is destined to be dark and dreamless...
The rest of night passed in silence, heavy and unmoving, as if cloaked in something deeper than mere sleep. The air inside the room grew thick, weighed down with an unfamiliar warmth, like the lingering embers of an extinguished fire.
The next day.
A soft breeze, cool and crisp, meandered in through the sheer curtains of the window, gently swaying them like whispers of dawn. It caressed her long, silky hair, making a few loose strands flutter over her face.
Panchi stirred.
The sky outside was no longer shrouded in darkness. It was gradually lighting up with the golden hues of sunrise, A single beam of golden light pierced the room, falling directly across Panchi's face. It warmed her closed eyelids, urging her awake.
In the half-sleep of dawn, she stirred.
Her lashes fluttered like moth wings, and she shifted slightly under the silky sheet.
*Her body felt heavy, as if she'd been wrapped in dreams that refused to leave*.
She blinked open her eyes, slowly, blearily staring up at the ornate, snow-white ceiling above her, dazed. Her mind was blank.
For a long moment, she didn't move.
She blinked slowly in her dream. Then, all at once, she woke up.
Eyes wide open, she stared at the snow-white ceiling above her, still dazed, her mind floating somewhere between sleep and reality. Her vision was still blurry, as though her soul had returned before her body fully could.
Her hand instinctively moved to the space beside her on the bed.
Warm. Still warm.
There had been someone there. The heat hadn't fully dissipated yet. It felt... recent.
Panchi sat up sluggishly, blinking hard as she adjusted her vision. The dazzling golden crystal chandelier hanging above the bed came into focus. It gleamed in the morning light like a crown of fire. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, their melody flowing in from the open window, pulling her further out of the fog in her head.
And then, slowly, memory began to trickle in.
She remembered... flashes of the night.
She turned her head and stared at the empty space beside her.
The impression of a body still faintly indented the mattress.
Her fingers reached out again, hesitant. That residual warmth... it felt strangely familiar. Too real. Too recent.
