The golden light traced lazy patterns across their bare skin as Ayushi stirred, her lashes fluttering against Manish’s chest. His fingers flexed instinctively against her hip, pulling her closer even in sleep, as if his body refused to relinquish its claim. She exhaled softly, her breath warm against his skin, and his heartbeat quickened beneath her lips—subtle, unconscious proof that even in rest, he responded to her.

A low groan rumbled in his chest as he shifted, his free hand sliding up her spine in a slow, possessive arc. His calloused fingertips lingered at the nape of her neck, tangling in the loose strands of her hair, anchoring her to him, as if even in sleep, he feared losing her.