Amara's POV:
Saturday went more chaotic than I thought it would be. Now it's Sunday together, I am happy for today, but I have a sting for tomorrow because he will be leaving tomorrow.
The morning is joyful with him by my side. I don't know, but every time I look at him, he seems more angelic. I am still wondering why this man with such a pure heart was unnoticed by anyone else.
Sunlight spilled through the curtains in lazy stripes, catching on Vihaan's hair until it gleamed like burnished copper. He lay half-asleep, arm snug around my waist as though the night still belonged to us.
I traced a slow circle on his jaw with my fingertip. "Good morning, Mr. Angel," I whispered, close enough for my breath to warm his cheek.
A soft groan rumbled in his chest before a crooked smile appeared. "Morning already? You sure we can't rewind time?" His voice was a delicious, husky murmur.
I laughed quietly, brushing my nose against his. "Rewind? We barely slept. You're impossible."
He tightened his hold, burying his face against my neck. "Five more minutes. You feel better than the whole weekend."
My heart skipped. "Five minutes won't save you from my pancake plan," I teased, tapping his shoulder.
He peeked one blue eye open, lazy and bright. "Pancakes can wait. You—" he tilted my chin so I'd meet his gaze—"can't."
I bit my lip, suddenly shy. "You shouldn't look at me like that first thing in the morning."
"Like what?" His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth. "Like you're the best view I'll get all day?"
Heat raced to my cheeks. "Vihaan," I whispered, half scolding, half melting.
He chuckled, the sound low enough to make the air feel warm. "Say my name like that again and I'll forget about pancakes forever."
I buried my face in his collarbone, laughing and trying to hide my blush. "You're ridiculous."
"Only for you," he murmured, kissing the tip of my nose before capturing my lips in a soft, lingering kiss.When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. "Morning just became my favorite time."
I exhaled a happy sigh. "Mine too," I admitted, my voice barely a breath.
He smiled, eyes glinting with mischief. "Then let's stay in this moment until the sun gives up on us."
The smell of butter and warm batter soon filled the apartment. Vihaan insisted on helping—mostly by stealing blueberries and pretending to be my official taste-tester.
"Chef Ama," he said, leaning over the counter with a mock-serious expression, "I'm here to ensure strict quality control."He popped a berry into his mouth before I could swat his hand. "Mmm. Excellent."
"Quality control? You mean sabotage," I laughed, flicking a tiny dot of flour onto his cheek.
He grinned, catching my wrist and dusting a smudge of flour across my nose in return. "Now we match."
When the pancakes were finally stacked high, we carried them to the small table by the window. Sunlight streamed across the plates, catching the steam that curled upward like ribbons.
Vihaan poured maple syrup with exaggerated care. "Perfect symmetry," he announced, handing me the first plate. Then, softer: "But not as perfect as this morning with you."
I shook my head, smiling as warmth spread through me. "You're impossible."
He reached across the table to brush a crumb from the corner of my mouth, fingers lingering just long enough to send a shiver down my spine, and then licked it. "Maybe," he said quietly, "but you make impossible feel like everyday life."
We ate slowly, sharing bites, laughing when he stole the last blueberry. Between sips of coffee, we traded small stories—about his first chaotic trial, about a design sketch I'd been working on. Every glance he gave me felt like a quiet promise.
Later that day, we decided to go on a movie date. The movie was quite entertaining. As we exited the hall, I was still laughing at the words Vihaan just commented when I saw the least wanted person just in front of us.
Olivia
"Hey Vihaan, how have you been?" she asked, completely ignoring my existence at first. But then, unwillingly, her eyes drifted to me.
"Oh, Ama, you are also here," she said with a mocking voice.
Vihaan's arm slid naturally around my waist, warm and steady."Olivia," he said with a polite nod, his voice calm but edged. "Didn't expect to see you here."
Olivia tilted her head, lips curling into a half-smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Well, you never know who you might run into. Looks like you're…busy." Her glance at me was quick, assessing, almost dismissive.
I offered a small, cool smile. "We were just catching a movie. How's work treating you, Olivia?"
"Oh, the firm is thriving," she said, her gaze flicking back to Vihaan. "Big cases, big wins—you know how it is when you're serious about the law."
I could almost hear the unspoken jab, as if Vihaan's presence with me somehow meant he wasn't serious.But Vihaan only tightened his arm around me slightly and replied evenly, "Glad to hear it. Balance is important, though. Life isn't only briefs and court dates."
Olivia's eyebrow arched. "Balance," she echoed, her tone dry. "Interesting. Some people don't always strike me as the…balancing type."
I caught Vihaan's small, reassuring squeeze at my side—a silent don't let her get to you.Matching his calm, I added gently, "Vihaan actually balances better than anyone I know. He even makes time for sunrise pancakes." I let the word sunrise linger, watching Olivia's subtle frown.
Vihaan's quiet chuckle warmed the space between us. "Best pancakes in the city," he said, looking at me like the rest of the mall had vanished.
Olivia's smile faltered for just a breath before she straightened. "Well. Enjoy your…weekend," she said, the pause carrying a trace of something bitter.
"We will," I answered simply.
As Olivia disappeared around the corner, I folded my arms tightly and turned away, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Vihaan… I can't believe you just let that happen," I said, my voice sharp, deliberately ignoring him.
He froze mid-step, eyes darting toward me. "Wait… what? What did I do?" His brow furrowed, and he took a cautious step closer.
"You didn't defend me!" I snapped, stomping my foot lightly. "You just… stood there like a statue while she tried to belittle me! Do you even care about me at all?"
Vihaan's eyes widened, and he held up his hands as if surrendering to an invisible jury. "Ama… I—I thought I was… assessing the situation?" His voice wavered slightly, a hint of panic creeping in. "Are you… Are you really mad at me?"
I slowly turned toward him, letting my lips twitch with barely contained amusement. "Mad? Hmmm… I might be a little upset." I tapped my fingers against my arm, pretending to deliberate.
"Upset?" His shoulders tensed, and he leaned forward, voice low and worried. "Ama… please tell me I can fix it. I don't want you to be upset with me."
I let out a dramatic groan, swiping at my forehead. "Fix it? How are you going to fix this, Mr. CEO? Huh? Think fast."
He blinked, then his lips curved into a mischievous half-smile. "I… I could start by… uh…" He hesitated, looking like he was calculating the perfect negotiation. "…maybe giving you… extra kisses? I could do unlimited forehead kisses, cheek kisses…"
I bit my lip to hide my grin, pretending to scowl. "Hmm… tempting, but not enough. You'll have to do more."
He stepped closer, lowering his voice into a mock-whisper that made my heart stutter. "Like… I could carry you around like a human trophy until you forgive me?"
I stifled a laugh, swatting his chest lightly. "You're ridiculous!"
He leaned in, almost brushing my ear with his lips, and whispered teasingly, "Ridiculous? Me? No… I'm just terrified you might… actually stay mad at me."
I couldn't help it—I laughed, my hands landing on his shoulders. "Terrified, huh? Maybe I should… stay mad for a little while longer, just to see that look on your face."
He gasped, eyes wide, and pressed a quick, desperate kiss to my cheek. "Nooo! Anything but that! I'll do whatever you want… I'll carry your bags, make you coffee, never tease you again!"
I shook my head, laughing so hard I nearly grabbed his collar to pull him closer. "You're so easy to manipulate, you know that?"
He grinned, capturing my hands in his. "Only when it comes to you. You're… my chaos, Ama. And I… I love it."
My chest fluttered, butterflies tumoring through me as I felt his warm gaze boring into mine. "You really… can't resist me, can you?" I teased softly.
He leaned closer, nose brushing mine, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not even a little. And don't think I'll let you forget it anytime soon."
Sunday ended with our endless talks and teasing. We spent the evening tangled on the couch, laughing, teasing, and stealing soft kisses like mischievous kids. Every glance from him made my heart skip, every touch sent sparks through me. The city lights twinkled outside, but all I could see was him—my chaos, my calm, my favorite distraction. As we curled up together, planning half-serious weekend adventures, I thought… maybe tomorrow can wait, because right now, this—us—is perfect.