When Amaya meets Atul

Epilogue: Happily Ever After 👩‍❤️‍👨

“What are you doing, wifey?” asked Atul looking at his gorgeous wife with a pen and diary in her hand as she sat on the bed of their bedroom. He scrunched his nose as he realized she was frowning at something.

It had been two days of their grand wedding as per the choice of their parents and Atul was on the top of the world. Like every other man on this planet, he was waiting for all the rituals to end, their tiredness to vanish and his parents to leave; after all, he needed some quality time to spend with his wife and make her feel special.

Two days ago, Amaya had entered his apartment as his legally wedded wife and he was indeed, the happiest. His parents welcomed their daughter-in-law with smiles on their faces. Rest of their day was spent resting after the cascade of tiresome functions. Today, after completing all the requisite rituals, Manoj and Vandana had took their leave.

Manoj had to join his office and staying back in Delhi was out of question for the old couple. Atul dropped his parents at the railway station while he excitedly drove back home not before purchasing a packet of condoms on the way just in case he needed some at night.

Atul had special plans in the evening. After their lunch, he was standing at the door of their bedroom looking at Amaya who seemed to be engrossed in her own world. Something was surely bothering her, he realized as he asked her, “Are you okay?” gently patting her shoulder breaking her reverie.

Atul glanced at the wedding expenses written in the diary and he sighed because he knew the extravagant expenditure was bothering his wife. Amaya looked shockingly at him while he sat beside her and took the diary from her hands.

“What is it, honey?” he asked her softly caressing both of her palms while his wife hissed, “We need to cut down our expenses".

Kissing gently on her forehead, Atul mumbled, “We have a stable job and enough savings, wifey". He cupped her chubby cheeks and eyed at her luscious lips.
Sitting on the bed in their bedroom after the wedding, Amaya could feel the heat pooling inside her body as Atul, like a gentleman, waited for her to come out of her thoughts so that, he could perhaps, shower her with his love and passionate kisses.

Two days ago, Amaya got married to the love of her life and she was on cloud nine. She missed her parents like every girl of this planet but she was also happy with the prospect of spending her life with her husband. She was enthusiastic for her new life and she was glad that she was welcomed in her new family.

Being all alone with him in their cosy apartment, Amaya could feel just shy though her heart wanted to capture his lips and delve into passion. Their breathing was really heavy. The thumping of their heartbeats could be heard along with ticking the clock. Both Amaya and Atul were waiting for this moment after their marriage as they could not enjoy themselves on their wedding night because of a hectic wedding ceremony during the day. Sexual tension inside the room was thickly emanating from the two love birds sitting in close proximity of each other.

“Atul, this house was yours before the wedding but now it is ours so I want to share the burden of the EMIs", expressed Amaya her desire as her eyes remained glued to her purple sari while her cheeks blushed with the darkest hue of pink.

Atul sighed, mentally cursing his wife for ruining the romantic mood. “Amaya, my EMIs are not a burden. I can afford. If ever needed, I will take money from you.” He huffed as these words uttered from his mouth.

“Are you done with packing your luggage for our honeymoon?” Atul teased his bride trying to change the course of their conversation.

“I told you choose some pocket-friendly destination when you were making the bookings. This trip to Maldives is just another unnecessary expenditure.” Amaya muttered as she looked into his eyes. She had calculated and realized that the expenditure of their wedding had already exceeded than their budget and a trip abroad would surely create holes in their pockets.