A Loveless Alliance

Chapter-68 [The penthouse]

MYRA'S POV

I let out a sleepy hum, lazily stretching my body while snuggling into the soft pillow.

My lips formed a sloopy curve as I threw my leg and arm to the other side of the bed out of habit, only to grab a pillow? Hm?

I blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright light coming from the uncurtained window before finally opening my eyes with a frown.

Siddharth?

An empty white sheet beside me wasn't the view I was used to waking up to now, not anymore.

I groaned, plopping my head back to the pillow as an annoyed sigh left my mouth.

Who knew, the sight of waking up next to a sleeping model type man who slept too straight like he didn't want to ruin the sheets but still managed to radiate innocence and peace of a golden heart, would be so addictive?

Apparently it was and I had been a victim to it.

Just as I was about to call out the name of the said man, the clear glass roof, over my head, caught my eye. One could see the never-ending blue sky, giving an impression of sleeping under the clouds.

Wait–

I sat straight up, hastily combing my hair with my hand and wiped my mouth before taking in my surroundings.

Right, Singapore, Movie, Cuddles,
Siddharth….

Tiny hair on my arm stood up in attention as my mind finally put the pieces together.

Last night, I slept, right there, with my head on his chest. There was nothing I wanted to do more than just melt right there and let the very soft pillow gulp me in.

It took me a few minutes to wipe off the drowsy haze and recall how I actually ended up here.

After sleeping like a horse on the flight, my half asleep self had to be dragged around the airport by my husband, who tried to pick me up at times but the security at the airport probably didn't like the idea of a man carrying a woman who looked more passed out than sleeping.

I was so out that I didn't even remember what happened after we left the airport, maybe I just teleported to the most comfortable bed, God knows.

All I knew was that last night, I had the best sleep of my life.

I never got to experience being carried by my father after I slept in the car; it used to be more me dragging small sleepy sanvi inside the house.

Only now did I realise how deeply I had been wishing for a gesture like this from him, my father, all my life.

And as if there was someone, watching over me and jotting down every void I carried in my heart.

Someone who then sculptured Siddharth like an artist makes their finest art and sent him to me to fill those voids, even those I was unaware of, with such flowers which made my soul flourish.

That thought alone was sufficient for me to slowly break into a blissful grin. The blanket covering me somehow turned softer.

My eyes took a quick tour of the room, white and cream themed, floor to ceiling windows leading to a fancy open balcony, the fluffy bed I was on.

This clearly wasn't a hotel, rather a…penthouse considering the view that balcony offered. What the heck?

Throwing the quilt off me, I walked out of the room half confused and half amazed by the luxurious place. It felt like I was on a movie set.