Drenched Ch6

The storm outside had finally receded into a steady, rhythmic drizzling sound against the glass. Inside the bedroom, the harsh blue lightning was replaced by the low, golden glow of the hallway light spilling across the dark hardwood floor.

Mira lay tangled in the soft sheets, the charcoal hoodie draped loosely over her shoulders.

 The weight of the last year, the sharp words, the silence, the endless distance, felt suddenly lightened.

Kabir shifted beside her, propping himself up on one elbow. His dark hair was disheveled. He reached out, his warm fingers gently tracing the curve of her jaw, tucking a loose wave of dark hair behind her ear.

"Still thinking about walking away?" Kabir asked, his voice a low, raspy whisper.

Mira looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. A small, genuine smile touched her lips. "I don't think either of us is walking anywhere tonight, Kabir."

He let out a soft, low laugh, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her temple. "Good. Because I'm not letting you disappear when the morning comes."

He pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist as she rested her head against his chest.

For the first time in twelve months, the silence between them didn't feel like a wall, it felt like peace.