Tilak Varma

They were in London for their honeymoon, staying in a charming little hotel tucked into the heart of Notting Hill. Far away from stadium lights, cameras, and the buzz of cricket, it was just the two of them. The morning was misty, soft light spilling through sheer curtains, and there she stood—by the balcony in his hoodie, sipping coffee, completely unaware that she was, to him, the most beautiful sight in the city.