That morning was a beautiful one.
He had his first comfortable sleep since ages.
He opened his eyes and saw that beautiful woman in his arms. Her face looked all unfamiliar but he knew it was her. Propping himself up, he looked at her face all curiously like he was looking at her for the very first time.
He ran his fingers all over her face tracing every inch of her.
Her forehead, her nose, her lips, her jawline and then back to her forehead again, trying to cover every millimeter possible, trying to remember the touch of her face in every possible way.
Then suddenly the doorbell rang and he rushed to get the door so that her sleep would not be disturbed.
At the door, he collected the laundry and requested for breakfast service in the room.
Keeping the clothes aside, he took out everything that he needed to show her, his medical reports, prediction analysis provided by Oshana, pictures of her, that he had taken all these days in secrecy.
