Morning to that night was different. Siya woke up with Sahib. Her saree was lying down on the dusty floor and she was only wearing Sahib's kurta, she had stitched for him. Siya's face was pressed against Sahib's bare chest. Sahib looked at the sleeping beauty in his arms. Her thick, dark locks falling on her face were troubling her in her sleep. He softly tucked her loose strands of hair behind her ears before pressing a light kiss on her forehead. He couldn't believe Siya was beside him, sleeping next to him, in his clothes. Beautiful was just a word for Siya's endless beauty.
Siya's eyes opened and her eyes met the dark orbs of Sahib. She blinked twice at how intently they were gazing at her. A smile tugged on his face as their eyes met for the first time in the morning. He pressed his
