Nayantara slowly sat up and lazily stretched her arms. She never got this peaceful sleep in her life. She felt protected. Loved. She shook her head as she found Siddhant was not beside her. She was late again. But she was not too late. Siddhant must be in the bathroom. She tiptoed towards the bathroom. She used to wear anklets without bells. She didn’t like people noticing her every move. She carefully peeked in, but the bathroom was empty.
She called her maids, and they quickly prepared her bath.
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