The soft golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the massive bedroom. The aftermath of the night still lingered in the air — the messed-up bedsheets, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with her softness, and the silence that felt heavier than words.

Reyansh slowly opened his eyes, his arms instinctively tightening around the delicate body curled against him. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips as his gaze dropped to the girl lying beside him — vulnerable, flushed, beautiful. Manya.