Golden rays of the early morning sun filtered through the canopy of leaves, casting a warm glow that gently woke Abhiman from his slumber. As the light touched his face, he blinked his eyes open, feeling the world slowly come into focus. He found himself beneath the broa tree.

As he adjusted to the light, he realised he wasn't alone. Ishana's head rested gently on his shoulder, her face peaceful and serene in sleep. Her dark hair cascaded over his arm, a silken contrast to the rough bark of the tree behind them. The gentle rise and fall of her breath was a comforting rhythm against his side.