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The night passed by in a blink of an eye and after the heartfelt confessions, the couple laid down on the bed snuggled up to each other. The morning sunlight that's peeking through the window wakes tharn up. The light is falling straight on his face and the heat makes him wake up. He slowly opens his eyes and finds himself pinned on the bed by none other than his husband.

Type is literally sleeping on tharn with his face in the crook of his neck, his hands draped all over tharn and his legs tangled with that of tharn's. He's sleeping like a leech, completely entwined himself with tharn. His breath fanning the exposed flesh of tharn's neck and his heart beating right at that of tharn's, creating a rhythm that's the mixture of both of them.

Tharn smiles at the scene in front of him and remembers the last night event which turns that smile into a wide grin. He places a gentle kiss on type's head before pulling him closer to him if it's possible. Type mumbles some incoherent words in his sleep but doesn't get up. Tharn chuckles at his husband's cuteness before embracing type and closing his eyes once again. Sleep for some more time doesn't sound bad to him.

By the time they get up, it's past 10AM. Type wakes up first and stares at his husband. A smile appears on his face as he looks at his handsome husband who he loved as long as he remembers. Tracing his fingers on tharn's face, he blames himself for everything that has happened all these years. If only he didn't just move away from tharn instead he confronted and voiced put his feelings, everything would have been different. They wouldn't have to fight all these years and also type didn't need to act as if he hates tharn because that's something he never did.

Type never hated tharn but he pretended because he felt that was the only way for him to be in close contact with tharn. He thought, if not as friends at least as enemies he would be near to tharn and at that time he didn't see anything wrong in it. But now that he thinks back, he realises what kind of stupid mistakes he made which costed them few years for their lives. Filled all those years with hurt and pain. And how much pain his actions caused to tharn.

But that doesn't mean he was happy, he felt the equal pain as tharn if not anything more. It was hard to pretend that he hates tharn and fight with him all the time while surpassing his true feelings towards him. Adding to that he had to see tharn getting together with others and having girlfriend. And with how everyone said they were perfect pair, he thought he would never get to be with tharn. His heart broke when he had to witness them being all in love while he cried every night to sleep. He still remembers how difficult those days were to the point that at times he thought of ending it all.

"What are you staring at me for?" Tharn's raspy morning voice snapped type out of his trance.

"Oh! N-nothing." He mumbles in response and pulls his hand away as he goes to move away but tharn stops him.

"Good morning." Tharn greets him by hugging him from behind.

"Morning." Type replies not knowing what to say or do.

In the heat of the moment, he confessed his feelings towards tharn and vent up everything. But now that he thinks, he feels stupid and don't know what to do. He don't regret revealing it to tharn because that's the best thing he has ever done in life apart from marrying tharn. It's just that he don't know how to face tharn now.

"Did you sleep well?" Tharn queries him, his voice so soft and gentle.

"I did." He says before turning his head a little, "what about you?"

"I would say I had the best night sleep ever, as far as I remember." Tharn states with a smile making type's heart swell in happiness.

"Type," tharn calls out his name and type hums in respond, "can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" Type asks, ready to answer whatever tharn wants to know. If it's something he can answer then he will.

"Why didn't you want to marry me when you love me?" Tharn questions type, from yesterday night after type's confession this one question is bugging his mind.

"Because I didn't want you to marry me out of obligation. If anything I wanted it out of love. Also, knowing how much you loved seema, I thought you would wait for her and was forced to marry me." Type replies what he felt and thought.

"Look at me, type." Tharn utters before turning type in his hands and makes him face him.

"Liten carefully to what I'm going to say now. I never loved seema, not just her but I never loved anyone apart from you. She was the one who asked me to be her boyfriend and even after me saying I already like someone, she was persistent. He cried and begged me and having no other option I was with her because it was only going to be two years. I was never happy with her and she was never perfect for me like how everyone thought. You have always been the perfect person for me, you are and always going be. Understand?" Tharn states which makes type's eyes well up with tears.

He's not sad, he's just happy. So happy to find out tharn never liked seema. With the new found happiness, he throws himself on his husband in a tight hug. Tharn chuckles and holds type in his embrace as he rubs his back in soothing way.

"I understand, tharn." Type replies which finally makes tharn feel at ease.

Type thinking tharn liked seema and was happy with her always troubled him. Now that he revealed the truth to type, he feels relief like he's not hiding anything from his husband. He's happy to finally be with the person he loved and to be loved by him at the same.