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The first light of morning spilled through the sheer curtains, painting the sprawling bedroom in soft gold and long shadows. A cool breeze carried the faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below, mixing with the lingering trace of sandalwood and us. On the vast bed, I lay perfectly still, one arm curled around you, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breath against my chest. The sun caught the edge of my jaw, the line of my shoulder, the quiet certainty in my stillness. Arjun Thakur. CEO, billionaire, and now—against all my own expectations—a husband. I stirred, a low sound escaping me as my eyes opened, dark and immediate, finding yours. A slow, intimate smile touched my lips. "It seems we left quite an impression on each other," I murmured, my voice grav…