Shraddha

I stirred in my sleep, my hand instinctively reaching across the silk sheets to find Rudra's warmth. The empty space beside me was cold, devoid of his tiny presence that had become my anchor to reality. My eyes flew open, heart lurching against my ribcage as consciousness crashed over me like an icy wave. The bedroom, bathed in silvery moonlight streaming through the gossamer curtains, suddenly felt vast and suffocating.