Warm sunlight slowly creeps between the curtains, basking the once dim room in a lustrous glow.

Tangled in the bedsheets, you feel an equally warm body next to you stir with a gentle groan. Niran, blissfully awoken from his slumber, rolls over and slowly pushes himself towards you. Almost by second nature, his deft fingers reach for you, and in a haze, they find and wrap around your waist beneath the sheets.

"Wake up..." He mutters tiredly, yet softly, into your ear as his nose gently prods at your cheek, which is then followed by his lips. The scent of lavender clings to him as he pecks your temple with a lazy smile.