The next morning, the faint trill of the alarm clock broke the serene silence of the room. Vaidaksh stirred awake, his hand automatically reaching out to silence it before it could fully disturb the calm. His eyes softened when he glanced down, Siyanshi was curled up peacefully, her head resting on his chest, her breathing steady, her face angelic in her slumber.

The alarm had made her stir faintly, her brows knitting together as if she was about to wake. Vaidaksh quickly turned it off and let out a small, tender smile. With infinite care, he raised his hand and gently caressed her hair, his fingers weaving softly through the strands. He bent down slightly and placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.