Next day The morning sun painted the bedroom in warm stripes of gold. Aditya stirred, his arm instinctively tightening around the soft, warm form beside him. Shweta was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching him with a soft, secretive smile. Her bare breasts pressed against his side, a familiar, comforting weight.
“Good morning, my love,” Shweta whispered, her voice husky with sleep.
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