Meher's Pov:-
Morning didn't arrive gently—it slipped in through the curtains, quiet and golden, as if unaware of the war that had been declared the night before. The sunlight fell directly across my face, warm and persistent, dragging me slowly out of sleep. I shifted slightly, trying to escape it, my brows knitting together in irritation. But then—I felt something. Something warm. Solid. And far too close. My mind was still hazy, caught between sleep and awareness, but my body reacted first. My fingers tightened unconsciously against fabric—soft, warm fabric—and my face... my face was pressed against something firm. My breath stilled. Slowly, painfully slowly, my eyes opened.
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