Soft sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the penthouse bedroom, casting a golden glow across the room.
Arohi stirred.
Her lashes fluttered open slowly, greeted by the unfamiliar ceiling — and then, the unmistakable warmth of a body beside hers.
Her breath caught.
Ishaan’s arm was draped tightly across her waist, his face nestled against her neck, his steady breaths warming her skin.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
The room was still, the kind of silence that held its own weight. Her body remembered this — the closeness, the comfort, the way her back fit perfectly against his chest. But her heart… her heart screamed in a thousand directions.
She gently tried to move, but his grip instinctively tightened.
A small gasp escaped her lips.
His lips brushed her shoulder. "Aroh
