The morning after
Author's pov-
A soft golden light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting delicate patterns across the room. The warmth of the sun kissed Divya's bare skin, and as she slowly opened her eyes, she became aware of the steady rhythm of purv's breathing beside her.
She wasn't entirely naked, but she was close enough. Wrapped in his oversized white shirt, she lay curled against him, his arm draped possessively over her waist.
For a moment, she just watched him.
Purv looked different in sleep- peaceful, almost boyish. The hardened exterior, the cold mask he wore around others, had slipped away, revealing something raw, something vulnerable.
Something real.
Her fingers traced the faint scar on his collarbone, wondering how many stories were hidden beneath his skin.
Suddenly, purv stirred. His brows furrowed slightly, and then his lashes fluttered open, revealing stormy brown eyes that locked onto hers.
A lazy smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Morning, stalker."
Divya rolled her eyes. "I wasn't staring."
Purv hummed, pulling her closer. "Liar."
She let out a soft laugh but didn't move away.
Instead, she whispered. "You were talking in your sleep."
His body tensed slightly. "What did I say?"
She hesitated. "Something about... losing someone."
Purv didn't respond right away. His grip on her waist tightened, but he didn't push her away. Instead, he exhaled, his warm breath fanning against her forehead.
"You talk alot for someone who just woke up," he murmured, deflecting.
Divya sighed, knowing he wasn't ready to talk about it. Maybe he never would be.
So, she let it go.
For now.
They lay there for a while, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other's presence. It was strange, really-how easy this felt, how natural.
As if they had done this a hundred times before.
But then, the world outside came knocking.
Purv's phone buzzed on the nightstand. He ignored it.
Then came the second buzz. And the third.
With a groan, he reached for it, squinting at the screen. His expression darkened.
"What is it?" Divya asked.
Purv tossed the phone onto the bed with a sigh. "Nothing important."
But the tension in his jaw said otherwise.
Divya sat up, pulling the sheets around her. "Purv..."
He shook his head. "It's just buisness. I'll handle it."
She frowned. "Are you sure?"
His gaze softened. Reaching out, he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yeah. Don't worry about it."
But she did.
Because for the first time, she realised-whatever this was between them, it wasn't just casual.
Not for her.
And maybe, just maybe... not for him either.