The next morning, we woke to the sound of seagulls outside the window. The room was bathed in the soft light of dawn, casting a warm glow over everything. Priya was still asleep, her breathing soft and even. I kissed her forehead gently, not wanting to wake her, and slipped out of bed to start packing our things.
As I moved around the room, my eyes kept being drawn to the blue jade necklace that rested on the nightstand, a silent sentinel of the promise we had made to each other. The ring felt heavier on my finger than it had the night before, but it was a weight I welcomed—a constant reminder of the love and magic that bound us together.
Priya stirred, the soft light of dawn painting her face in shades of gold. "What time is it?" she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with the remnants of our passionate night.
