Pakhi’s POV Friday mornings were usually routine—groggy alarms, too-loud birds, and reluctant sips of tea. But this morning… it felt different. She woke with a softness wrapped around her like warmth that wasn’t just from the blanket. Her hand reached automatically for her phone on the nightstand, blinking against the early sunlight. 6:48 AM 1 New Message – Rehaan Her heart jumped before she was even fully awake. Sleep clung to her eyes, but her lips curved into a lazy smile as she opened the message. Rehaan: “Good morning, meri jaan ☀️ I hope you’re waking up thinking about last night… Because I haven’t stopped.” 😘 Her cheeks turned warm even under the blanket. He remembered. Every word. Every image. Still half-asleep, she grabbed her phone and angled the camera at her pillow

