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The soft creaking of the swing echoed through the quiet garden as she sat on it, her legs lightly dangling above the ground.

Each gentle push he gave sent her higher into the air, and with every rise, her sweet giggles filled the space around them.

He smiled, his heart swelling with joy.

It was her laughter that made him feel complete, and the fact that he was the one causing it made it even more special.

Each giggle was a melody, and he was utterly entranced by it.

Suddenly, on impulse, he stopped the swing, reaching forward and wrapping his hands around her waist.

Her laughter faded into a breathless gasp as the world around them stilled.

They were so close, her back pressed lightly against his chest, their faces inches apart.

The warmth of their proximity sent a shiver down his spine.

His breath mingled with hers, the soft rise and fall of her chest matching his own.

The air between them thickened with tension as his eyes lingered on her lips.

His heart pounded.

He could feel the pull, the irresistible urge to close the distance and claim her lips with his own.

His hand tightened slightly around her waist as he leaned in, their breaths intertwining.

She tilted her head ever so slightly, her eyes fluttering shut.

Just as they were about to kiss-

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A loud blare shattered the moment. His eyes shot open, wide with confusion as he stared at the ceiling above him, the echo of the alarm from his phone cutting through the haze of his dream.

Vyom sighed deeply, reaching over to his bedside table to silence the alarm.

Reality rushed back to him, and the vivid warmth of the dream dissipated into the cold morning air.

Groaning, he swung his legs off the bed, stretching before he made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

After about an hour, he stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and feeling more awake, though the dream still lingered in the back of his mind.

He adjusted the crisp collar of his business suit in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back at him.

The black suit clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, tailored to perfection.

He admired himself for a moment, winking playfully at his own reflection, a cheeky grin spreading across his face.

It had been a month since he was appointed as the CEO of Paradise Hotels, and today was another day to prove his worth.

With one final look in the mirror, Vyom turned and descended the stairs, his sharp eyes catching sight of a small commotion near the kitchen.

His two-year-old nephew, Ishaan, was in the middle of throwing a mild tantrum, shaking his head with exaggerated determination as his father, Yash, patiently held out a glass of milk.

"Come on, Ishaan, just one sip. Look, it'll make you strong like Papa," Yash coaxed, his voice calm despite the struggle.

Vyom stifled a laugh as he leaned against the wall, watching the scene.