Agastya's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he felt was the warm weight of someone draped over him. It wasn't heavy-just familiar. It was Meghna. Her arms were wrapped snugly around his waist, one leg casually thrown over his, and her head resting gently on his bicep.

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he looked down at her. He had dreamt of a moment like this-of waking up with Meghna, his wife, tucked so closely into him, like she belonged there. Carefully, not wanting to disturb her, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear that had fallen across her face, brushing against her cheek as she slept.