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Shourya could feel her gaze burning into his back as he adjusted his shirt buttons, the weight of her silence pressing against him. He knew that look, knew the way she pouted when she wanted something—him, in this case it's too late to fulfill her wish. And damn if she didn’t make it impossible  for him to leave.

With a sigh, he turned around, his sharp eyes softening as they landed on her. Sitting on their bed, wrapped in nothing but his shirt—his shirt—draped over her delicate frame, the fabric far too big, the sleeves hanging loose past her wrists. The collar had slipped slightly, exposing the smooth line of her shoulder. Messy hair framed her face, her lips pushed out in a perfect pout, and her large, expectant eyes locked onto him with a mix of sadness and stubbornness.

Damn it.

Shourya exhaled through his nose, fastening his watch before closing the distance between them. The mattress dipped under his weight as he sat beside her, his fingers immediately reaching out to cup her soft face.

Her lips pushed out in a perfect little frown. She was looking at him like he was personally ruining her entire day just by leaving. His thumb brush over her pout.