Happily Unmarried- Part 4 (Hinglish) (Final Part)

Next day,

In the morning,

At Naina's apartment,

In her bedroom:

(The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently warming Naina's face. She stirred, her lips curving into a relaxed smile. Last night had been nothing short of magical, and the peacefulness she felt now was a rare gift.

Her hand reached out instinctively to the other side of the bed, seeking Vikram's familiar presence. But her fingers met only the coolness of the empty sheets. Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a flicker of confusion.)

Naina: (murmuring to herself) Ghar chale gaye honge...

(She sat up slowly, stretching her arms with a satisfied sigh. Glancing at the clock, her brows knitted in confusion.)

Naina: (eyes widening) 9 baj gaye? Alarm kyun nahi sunai diya, mujhe??

(Shrugging it off, she slid out of bed and grabbed a fresh set of clothes.

After a quick, refreshing bath, she put on her daily comfortable cotton co-ord set and stepped out of her room, ready to start the day.)

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Outside her bedroom:

(The soft clinking of utensils, the unmistakable aroma of roasted peanuts and grilled bread drew Naina into the kitchen.

She paused in the doorway, wide-eyed, her breath hitching slightly as she took in the scene before her.

There stood Vikram, his tall frame, clad in a light grey apron tied loosely over his clothes, expertly tossing something in a pan.)

(For a moment, she just stared, her lips parting slightly in disbelief. She hadn't expected to wake up to this.

Vikram, sensing her presence, turned his head slightly. When he caught her expression, his face broke into a wide grin.

Setting the spatula down, he walked over to her without hesitation and pulled her into the warmest embrace, her head resting lightly against his chest.)

Vikram: (grinning) Good morning!!!

Naina: good morning

(He leaned down to plant a soft peck on her lips, his touch tender and unhurried.)