Chaahat opened her eyes and found herself in the protective envelope of Mithran's arms. Her head was on his chest, and he was holding her firmly against him.

By now, she must be used to this. No matter how far they go to sleep, she finds herself in his arms every morning. And every time she wakes up that way, her heart skips a beat.

The only relief in this is that she always wakes up before Mithran. So, he never realizes that he slept through the night with her in his arms.

Chaahat lay there, and her eyes ran over his face. A strand of hair was on his...