The first rays of dawn, hesitant and pale, filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the chaos of their bedroom in soft, muted hues. Veeransh stirred first, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he stretched, his muscles protesting the night's exertions. He opened his eyes to find Ritika tangled beside him, her head nestled on his shoulder, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her body, warm and pliant, was a familiar comfort against his own. His hand, heavy with sleep, found the curve of her hip, then slid lower, tracing the delicate line of her inner thigh. A smile played on his lips.
“Morning, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and desire. His fingers brushed against the soft curls between her legs, finding her already slightly damp. A shiver, subtle but definite, ran through her.
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