My eyes fluttered open, the early morning light filtering through the curtains. I turned my head, my heart melting at the sight of Salar's face nestled in my cleavage, his lips attached to my breast. A soft smile played on his lips, his eyes still closed in sleep.

I couldn't help but chuckle, my fingers gently stroking his hair. "Salar Bhaijaan," I whispered, "You're still attached to me, even in your sleep."