Raellyn awoke with a slow flutter of her lashes, a subtle sense of disorientation lingering as she tried to recall how long she had slept. It didn’t take her long to realize. She had drifted into a deep slumber. And what truly surprised her wasn’t the hour, nor the silence that wrapped the room like a comforting shawl, but the presence of Arnav beside her.
There he was, lying so close, his face serene in sleep, and his hand still resting protectively over her stomach. It was such a simple gesture, yet it carried a quiet intimacy that pulled a gentle smile across Raellyn’s lips. The sight was rare. Precious.
After all they had been through. The sharp arguments, the stubborn silences, the tangled web of misunderstandings and buried pain. This tenderness felt like a glimpse into a forgotten
