The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. Sejal stirred, stretching lazily as a small smile graced her lips. Outside, on a branch near the window, two parrots sat close together, their feathers brushing against each other. She found herself imagining her and Keshav in their place—happy, in love, inseparable.
She sighed dreamily, her heart full of warmth. But just as she was about to stretch fully, a strange weight pressed down on her.
Her brow furrowed in confusion. What is that?
She turned her head, only for her breath to hitch in her throat.
Keshav.
Lying right beside her, his bare torso partially covered by the sheets. One of his arms rested possessively around her waist, and his leg was casually draped over hers.
A chill ran down her spine.