Siddharth's breaths were slowly returning to normal. His sweat-soaked body was pressed against Sana's soft form. Sana's fingers were tracing lazy circles on his back. Outside the four walls, the village silence was occasionally broken by the barking of dogs, but inside this room, there was only the sound of their breathing.

Siddharth turned over and looked at Sana's face. His fingers began to caress her cheeks.