The night passed with a gentle serenity, as Bhargav and Sanju let themselves bask in the warmth of each other's presence. They didn’t rush; there was no need to. They had taken a significant step, one that brought them closer, and for now, that was enough. The following morning, the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Sanju stirred awake, feeling a lightness in her heart that she hadn’t felt in weeks. She turned her head slightly, finding Bhargav still beside her, his arm draped protectively over her waist. His peaceful expression made her smile, a sense of contentment washing over her. Bhargav, as if sensing her gaze, slowly opened his eyes. The sight of Sanju so close, her eyes warm with affection, made his heart swell. “Good morning sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice husky with sleep. “Good morning ree,” Sanju replied softly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the back of his hand. There was a newfound ease between them, a closeness that didn’t need words to be understood.