Following morning Aarohi woke up with the sight of Advaith’s one leg entwined with hers’, and herself perfectly caged in his arms in a back hug, quite tightly, leaving no option for her to escape without waking him up in the process.

And about the pillows!?

Then they were once again scattered mercilessly on the floor.

She could never understand that how most of the nights, the barrier of pillows between them surprisingly gets disheveled and how every morning she finds the same pillows lying on the floor, and herself caged in his arms.

Sometimes she doubts that whether it is accidental, or its Advaith’s doing, purposely.

But then whole...