The soft light of the setting sun, a bruised peach and lavender, bled through the sheers, painting the elegant bedroom in hues of twilight. Vidisha, her dark hair a silken cascade against the pristine white pillow, stirred, a soft sigh escaping her lips. The scent of sandalwood and a faint, sweet musk, uniquely Kabir, enveloped her. She opened her eyes slowly, the long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and found him already watching her, a gentle smile curving his lips. His dark eyes, usually sharp with the demands of his empire, held a rare, profound tenderness.
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