In the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains, Siyanshi stirred, her hand instinctively reaching out to the other side of the bed in search of her husband’s warmth. Instead, her fingers brushed against a cold pillow. She groaned softly in sleepy annoyance, her face scrunching adorably before she lazily blinked her eyes open.

But the moment her gaze landed ahead, her irritation melted into a tender smile. Still lying on her stomach, half-buried in the sheets and snuggled into the pillow that had taken his place, she watched him, her Vaidaksh.