The next morning, Katha was the first to wake. She found herself cocooned securely in Agastya’s arms, his body curled protectively around hers. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as her eyes drifted to his sleeping face. He looked utterly peaceful his breathing steady, a faint pout lingering on his lips.

Her gaze softened, remembering the kiss they shared the night before. Heat rushed to her cheeks, and she buried her face shyly into his chest, trying to hide the growing blush.