NITYA'S POV

I stirred from the depths of slumber, the soft glow of morning filtering through the curtains. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light. The familiar scent of our room—a blend of sandalwood and the faintest hint of lavender—filled my senses, grounding me in the present. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I felt the weight of an arm draped possessively over me, holding me close. I turned my head slightly, and there he was—Riddhaan, my husband, still lost in his peaceful sleep. I remember I drifted off in the garden itself, he must have brought me.