The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the couple entwined in each other’s arms. Aarohi stirred first, her mind still hazy from the night’s passionate encounters. She felt the weight of Rohan’s arm draped over her bossoms, a comforting presence that made her smile.
As she shifted slightly, memories of the previous night flooded her mind—intense, exhilarating, and, in some ways, overwhelming. She glanced back at Rohan, peaceful and handsome in his sleep, and felt a flutter of warmth blossom in her chest. But with that warmth came a pang of anxiety. She had let her guard down so easily, and the thought of what lay ahead began to seep into her thoughts.
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