In the afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room floor, painting the world in lazy golden hues. Aditya lay sprawled on the sofa, Shweta nestled against his side, her head on his chest. They were wrapped in a single, soft blanket, limbs entwined, the quiet intimacy of the day wrapping them in a cocoon of bliss. His fingers idly traced the curve of her shoulder, her skin warm and smooth against his palm. Shweta sighed contentedly, her breath tickling his skin.

“I could stay like this forever, i have never expected i can feel something like this again” Shweta murmured, her voice thick with sleepiness.