The golden hues of the morning sun streamed through the large bay window of the elegant bedroom, casting a gentle warmth over the neatly arranged space. The faint aroma of fresh coffee lingered in the air, blending with the subtle trace of Avni’s perfume still clinging to the silk sheets. The soft rustle of fabric filled the room as Rishi stirred awake, his eyes fluttering open to the sight he adored most—his wife.

Avni lay beside him, her bare shoulder peeking out from the soft white duvet. Her silky black hair spilled over the pillow in wild, untamed waves. Even in slumber, she was breathtaking. The gentle rise and fall of her chest, the slight parting of her lips, and the delicate curve of her bare back held a mesmerizing allure. Rishi propped himself on his elbow, unable to resist the urge to admire her. His fingers lightly traced over her soft skin, stirring her awake.