Roman's gaze was captivated by the vision before him, his heart swelling with affection. He gently pulled Saanvi down, their lips meeting in a tender morning kiss. "Morning," he whispered, his eyes locked on hers.
Saanvi's response was barely audible, her raspy voice sending a delightful shiver down Roman's spine. "Morning," she replied, her cheeks flushing with a subtle blush.
Roman's smirk grew wider as he asked, "What happened to your voice?" He already knew the answer, but he couldn't resist teasing her.
Saanvi's face turned a deeper shade of red as she buried her face in his chest, avoiding his gaze. Roman chuckled, his fingers tracing gentle patterns through her hair. He knew exactly why her voice was husky - the memories of their passionate night still lingered, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction.
