It was morning. Pale sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting soft patterns on the floor. A quiet breeze moved them gently, making them flutter like shy whispers in the silence.

Priyanshi, who had just woken up, blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling. Her eyes moved slowly, trying to make sense of the newness pressing around her. She turned her head to the side. Anurag was still fast asleep, one arm thrown lazily over his forehead, his breaths steady, lips parted, hair tousled on the pillow, strands falling over his temple.