𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞

3|•𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 & 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭.

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I woke up to the faint light of dawn filtering through the curtains, momentarily fear clenched my heart, then it hit me-I was married. The realization sent a chill through me. Turning my head, I saw my husband lying still, his back towards me.

The memories of their first night flooded back, making her chest tighten with a mix of confusion and hurt. Why had he behaved that way?

He had ignored me completely. Not a word, not a glance. I was left to navigate the awkwardness alone, feeling more like an intruder than his bride. I tried to remind myself that perhaps he needed time, but it was difficult to shake off the sting of his coldness.

I turned my attention back to him, unable to help myself. He was undeniably handsome, almost like a Greek god. His cheeks were stubble, and I found myself wanting to trace the roughness with my fingers. His jaw was sharp, his black hair looked like silk, and his neck, partially exposed by his t-shirt, was veiny and long. His muscles bulged through the fabric, hinting at the hard work he must put in at the gym.

My cheeks flushed as I realized I was checking him out.

Hey bhagwan,

My admiration mingling was with the hurt from last night. How could someone so perfect in appearance be so distant and unapproachable?

Quietly, I got up, wrapping my dupatta around myself. I needed some fresh air to clear my head. I stepped out onto the balcony, the cool morning breeze brushing against my skin. As I looked out at the sunrise, I felt a mix of determination and sadness. This wasn't how I had imagined my marriage would start. I had envisioned a partnership, a journey we would embark on together. Instead, I felt alone, isolated by his indifference.