NITYA'S POV

As I slowly rouse from sleep, a soft groan escapes my lips, mingling with the quiet morning air. Blinking away the tiredness of slumber, I find myself cradled in the warmth of Risha's embrace. Her form is curled around me, her breaths soft and steady as she dreams. I watch her for a moment, her features softened by sleep, her lips moving in whispered murmurs, perhaps lost in dreams of Yuvaan.