Author's pov :

After Keshav left Arav’s side earlier, the quiet in the room deepened into something almost sacred. The faint hum of the ceiling fan, the sterile smell of antiseptic hanging in the air, and the soft rustling of the curtains blending with the distant traffic created a cocoon around Arav. He slept peacefully under the soothing effect of the medicine the doctor had administered—his breathing even, his lashes resting lightly on his cheeks, his fingers loosely curled near his chest.