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||Epilogue||

In the dead of night, the silence of the Raisinghania mansion was broken by the muffled sounds of distress emanating.

Aryan, who had grown attuned to her every breath and movement, woke up instantly. 

He saw her thrashing, caught in the grip of another nightmare. 

Without a second thought, he rushed to her side.

Trishna, relax he murmured softly, placing a comforting hand on her head. I am here. Relax. Take a deep breath.

His voice, soothing and familiar, pierced through the fog of her nightmare. 

Her breathing began to slow, her frantic movements subsiding. 

Aryan gently kissed her forehead, a gesture filled with unspoken love and reassurance. 

He started to withdraw, thinking she was now at peace, but her hand suddenly shot out, grasping his.

Stay she whispered, her voice laced with vulnerability and a hint of desperation.

He was taken aback but nodded, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions. Please she added softly, her eyes pleading.

Settling himself beside her on the bed, Aryan watched as she immediately sought his warmth, wrapping her arms around his abdomen and burying her face in his chest. 

He hugged her back tightly, feeling a fierce surge of protectiveness and a deep desire to take away all her pain.

With his arms securely around her, Trishna's breathing evened out, and she slipped into a peaceful slumber, the comfort of his embrace banishing her nightmares. 

Aryan stayed awake for a while, listening to her steady breaths, marveling at how much his presence seemed to comfort her. 

Eventually, he too fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. 

Trishna stirred, waking to find herself nestled in Aryan's embrace. 

A smile crept onto her lips as she watched him sleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. 

This was the best sleep she had had in years, a sleep devoid of nightmares and filled with warmth and safety.

Unable to resist, she gently traced the contours of his face with her fingers, memorizing every detail as if carving him into her heart forever. 

Her touch was light, almost reverent, as she admired the man who had shown her so much love and patience.

Suddenly, Aryan stirred, turning towards her. 

Their faces were now inches apart, so close that she could feel his breath on her lips. 

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she did not pull away. 

Instead, a sudden urge erupted within her—a longing to know how his lips would feel against hers.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she closed the gap between them, her movements hesitant yet determined. 

Finally, she gave in to the pull and pressed her lips gently against his. 

The kiss was soft and tentative at first, filled with all the emotions she had kept locked away.

Aryan's eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he seemed surprised. But then he responded, his arms tightening around her, pulling her closer.