CHAPTER 8

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Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden hue. Devansh stirred first, the steady rhythm of Ananya’s breathing beside him making his chest tighten with something he couldn’t quite name. Her hair was tousled across the pillow, a few strands brushing her flushed cheeks, and her lips slightly parted in sleep. He couldn’t help but study her—the curve of her jaw, the delicate arch of her eyebrows, the peaceful rise and fall of her chest.