The morning sunlight crept into the bedroom, casting a soft glow over the peaceful scene. Sanju stirred first, the warmth of the early light coaxing her from sleep. She blinked, slowly becoming aware of the steady rise and fall of Bhargav’s chest beneath her cheek. His arm was draped protectively over her, his face relaxed, peaceful, and still slightly grumpy, in his sleep.

She smiled, remembering the events of the night before, though unaware of the frustrated inner monologue that had gone on in his head. Carefully, she slipped out from under his arm, moving quietly so as not to wake him. The house was still, the soft sounds of early morning filling the air. She had a lot to do, and thankfully, Ajji and Radha had taken charge of most of the preparations. She just had to make sure everything went smoothly.