Chapter 22: The Days That Felt Like Forever The first morning of their trip, sunlight spilled through the sheer white curtains, painting the room in a soft golden glow. Niyati stirred awake, the cool sea breeze carrying the faint scent of salt and sand. As her eyes fluttered open, the first thing she saw was Vansh — lying beside her, hair slightly tousled, his face calm and peaceful. She smiled to herself. What a perfect way to start the day… A Morning Routine Like No Other Every morning began the same — Niyati waking to Vansh’s face, feeling an inexplicable