𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖓 is a heartwarming tale of two contrasting souls brought together in matrimony, where the clash of personalities evolves into a beautiful symphony of love and understanding.
𝓐𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓡𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮 a...
🌹🥀" Marriage for love may be a bit risky , but it is so honest that God can't help but smile on it"🥀🌹
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Morning has came
☀️ Sun's rays was making a beautiful scenery in sky
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Our couple Ayansh and Shweta are sleeping peacefully
Shweta opened her eyes, feeling the warm sun rays gently caressing her face. She turned slightly to get up but stopped, her gaze falling on the beautiful face beside her. Ayansh was sleeping peacefully, his features soft and innocent like a baby. A smile played on her lips as memories of the previous night flooded her mind, causing her cheeks to redden even in the early morning light. She carefully got out of bed, making sure not to disturb Ayansh, and tiptoed into the bathroom to freshen up.
Meanwhile, Ayansh stirred, feeling a bit uncomfortable from having spent the night on the couch. As he slowly opened his eyes, he immediately began searching for the one face he yearned to see—his wife's. Hearing the sound of running water, he deduced that Shweta was in the bathroom.
After a while, Shweta emerged, dressed in a saree, her wet hair cascading down her back as she dried it with a towel. She didn't notice Ayansh, who was still lying on the couch with his eyes half-closed, his arm resting over his head. The soft clinking of her bangles and anklets caught his attention, and he opened his eyes to witness the most beautiful sight—his wife, glowing in the morning light, drying her hair. It was a scene that always took his breath away.
Quietly, Ayansh stood up and walked over to her, standing so close behind her that he could feel the warmth radiating from her. Shweta, absorbed in her routine, still hadn’t noticed him. She flinched slightly as she felt his warm hand gently rest on her waist.
“It’s okay, it’s just me,” Ayansh whispered, causing Shweta to immediately look up at the mirror in front of them. There he was, standing right behind her, both hands now resting on her cool, soft skin. Leaning close to her ear, he whispered, "You look beautiful."
A deep blush spread across Shweta's cheeks, her face turning a bright shade of red. "Th... thank y... you," she stammered, the proximity between them making her heart race.
Ayansh smiled, enjoying the sight of her flustered expression. Slowly, he gathered her wet hair and moved it over one shoulder, revealing her milky skin. He leaned in closer and began to plant soft, tender kisses along her back. Shweta closed her eyes, losing herself in the new and intoxicating sensation, her breath becoming more labored with each kiss.
