Armaan's pov,

The first light of dawn filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the bedroom. I stirred awake, and saw my favourite sight every morning. Eshana was sleeping peaceful cuddling me. Her hair was spread out like a dark halo on the pillow, her face serene and beautiful in the soft morning light. I couldn’t resist leaning over to brush a tender kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly, murmuring something in her sleep, but didn’t wake.