The morning sun streamed through the curtains, illuminating the room with an unforgiving brightness. Ishita lay awake, her heart heavy with the weight of the previous night. She turned to find Arjun still asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful, yet her heart was troubled by the memory of their intimacy and the realization of its fragile nature.
As she quietly got out of bed, she felt the lingering ache of uncertainty. Would he remember their moment together? Would he understand how much she had hoped it meant something more?
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