Advait was completely awake, one arm resting lazily behind his head against the headboard while the other kept her petite frame securely pressed to him. His eyes moved over her peaceful figure, drinking in every detail of her features as she slept soundly in his arms. There was a rare softness in his gaze, a warmth that refused to waver. At that moment, she was the only thing in the world that existed for him.
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