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Important AN at the end, do read it guys.

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The morning light spilled lazily through the half-drawn curtains, brushing over the messy carpet, the toppled chip packets, and the half-empty whiskey bottles that glinted faintly in the golden hue. Dust motes danced in the beam as the world outside woke, but inside, the air was quiet—except for the soft, steady rhythm of breathing.

Ananya stirred with a faint click of her tongue. Her head felt heavy, her throat dry, her limbs oddly tangled. Her first thought was to pull the blanket closer, but her hands met something soft—warm, solid, and definitely alive. Her brows furrowed as she gave the thing a little squeeze. Squishy? Warm? And... breathing?

Slowly, with a heavy blink, she lifted her head.

And froze.

Avi.

Avi—sleeping soundly, right beside her. His arm was tucked around her shoulders protectively, and her own hands... oh god, her hands were clutched around him like he was a human pillow. His chest rose and fell against her fingertips, warm and steady. Her heart skipped so hard it almost leapt out of her chest.

Before she could even think of untangling herself, he shifted in his sleep—his leg slid lazily over hers, pulling her closer until their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. His arm tightened instinctively around her waist, his breath brushing against her temple, and his cheek rested lightly against her forehead. She could feel his warmth seeping into her, every inch of him far too real and far too close.

Ananya's brain went blank.

She couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't even breathe. All she could do was stare at his face—peaceful, relaxed, completely unaware that he was currently suffocating her with the most confusing hug in human history.

Her heart was pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it. How did this even happen? The last thing she remembered was—what? Laughing? Drinking? She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to recall, but everything was a blur of whiskey, teasing, and Avi's stupid grin.

Finally, she decided she had to escape. Quietly, carefully, she began wriggling out of his grip. But Avi, as if determined to make things harder, only pulled her tighter, his fingers curling around her waist with surprising strength. She could feel the distinct press of his fingers through the thin fabric of her shirt, every touch burning through her nerves.

Her eyes went wide.

She wriggled again, this time a little more forcefully. When that didn't work, she huffed under her breath and muttered mentally, Seriously? Does this guy bench-press people in his sleep, or what?

A soft grunt came from above her. Avi stirred.

Ananya froze instantly, like a deer caught in headlights.

Avi blinked slowly, his lashes fluttering open. His confused gaze drifted down—first to the mess of hair on his chest, then to the undeniable fact that there was someone literally in his arms. For two full seconds, neither moved. Then—

WHAT—

He jerked upright, immediately letting go.

Ananya shot up just as fast, both of them sitting rigidly on the carpet, hair messy, eyes wide, hearts racing.