The first rays of Grecian sunlight, soft and golden, filtered through the sheer curtains of their villa bedroom, painting the white walls with a warm glow. Tridha’s eyelids fluttered, heavy with the remnants of a night surrendered to passion and intimacy. As her vision cleared, the first thing she saw was Abhimanyu, his gaze tender and unwavering, a soft smile playing on his lips. His fingers, gentle as a summer breeze, caressed the stray strands of her hair that lay scattered across the pillow.