
Priyanka rested comfortably in Dushyant’s arms, her body curled against his chest as if the space there had been created specifically for her. The room carried the quiet warmth that always followed moments of intimacy, the curtains drawn halfway to soften the late afternoon light. For a while neither of them spoke. Priyanka seemed completely relaxed, her fingers absentmindedly tracing slow circles over his arm while a peaceful smile lingered on her lips. She looked content in the way only someone deeply in love can look, someone who believes she has already found the person who will walk beside her for the rest of her life. Dushyant, however, was not as peaceful as he appeared. Though his arm rested casually around her waist, his mind had been circling around the same frustration for weeks now, and eventually the silence began to irritate him more than comfort him.
After a moment he exhaled slowly and looked down at her face.








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