Author's POV:

Keshav was asleep, deep in the heavy, warm embrace of a dream he couldn't quite recall, but which left a serene smile lingering on his lips. The subtle shift in the mattress, the soft pressure of a weight settling beside him—he didn't fully register it. Then, he felt an arm, familiar and firm, wrapping around his chest, drawing him in closer against a solid, warm body. He sighed, a soft, content exhalation, and instinctively turned, nestling his head right under the chin of the person who held him. The scent of sandalwood and a faint, clean musk, uniquely Arav, was the final comfort that pulled him deeper into the feeling of security.