Author's pov :

It was Sunday the next morning. Jeeva had woken up a few minutes earlier, but he didn’t move. Instead, he stayed still, his eyes soft as he looked down at Meenakshi, who was sleeping peacefully on his chest. Her hair was slightly messy, her face relaxed. Carefully, so as not to disturb her, he lifted his hand and brushed a few strands of hair away from her face. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, lingering there for a second longer than necessary. Only then did he notice that the oversized T-shirt she was wearing had ridden up slightly during the night.  Gently, he pulled it down to cover her properly, making sure she was comfortable. He adjusted the duvet around her, tucking it carefully so she wouldn’t feel cold.