Adithi's POV
As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, I gradually became aware of the comforting weight of someone's arm draped around me, their rhythmic breathing lulling me into a state of serene contentment. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I realized with a start that I was nestled against Arun's chest, his embrace warm and secure.
Carefully extricating myself from his embrace, I tiptoed away, the floorboards creaking softly beneath my feet as I made my way to the bathroom. Emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in my towel, I sought to retrieve my saree from the dressing room, only to find it conspicuously absent from its usual place upon the table.
My initial puzzlement turned to surprise as Arun's voice broke the silence, his words imbued with a playful undertone
