Giri stirred, warmth radiating beside him. A soft, fluffy sensation brushed against his arm, pulling him from the depths of sleep. He cracked open his eyes, the dim bedroom light painting the room in hazy shades. Mira lay nestled beside him, her face serene in sleep, her dark hair cascading across the pillow.

The thin cotton blanket had slipped, pooling around their hips, revealing the curve of her naked body and the smooth expanse of his chest. He watched the gentle swell of her breasts, rise and fall of her chest with each breath. He traced the delicate line of her bare shoulder with his gaze.