The cottage was silent except for the sea.
Priya lay in the vast bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, the gauze curtains billowing in the salt breeze. The moon was full and low over the water, its reflection a path of silver that stretched from the horizon to the cliff's edge. She could hear the waves against the rocks below, a rhythm as old as the world, and she could hear Reyansh breathing beside her, slow and steady, though she knew he was not asleep.
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