12. Pehli Roshoi Rasam

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Karn's POV.
I woke up at my usual time that is before sun rise, but this morning I felt something heavy on my chest and looked down only to see the beautiful face of my beautiful wife.

I smiled and gently placed her head on the pillow trying my best not to wake her up, she looked so cute when a sleep.

Her hair was slightly messy, lips parted with a bit of drool and she cute little snores. I was trying to keep in my laugh seeing her condition.

I gently pecked her forehead and changed into my usual style that is a white Dhoti and shawl, then I went outside near the Ganga shores to do my Suryapooja.

After my suryapooja I gave alms to some of the passerby Brahamans and went back to the palace. I went to my room only to see Advika still fast asleep.

I went toward her and gently caressed her head and tried to wake her up by calling her name and shaking her a little.

After sometime she woke up and looked at me suddenly her expression changed from Sleepy to shocked in seconds. She sat up with a jerk.

Me : Subh Prabhat, Priya.

Advika : Subh Prabhat, how long was I asleep?

Me : it's ok you must be tired from yesterday's marriage rituals.

Advika : Did I oversleep?

Me : No you didn't, you are just in time.

Advika : I should get ready

Me : if I remember right then today must be your Pehli Roshi Rasam

Advika : O yes, I forgot.

I chuckled at her cuteness and then she immediately shot up from bed and ran towards the Bathroom probably to get ready.

Till then I also got ready in the room, after sometime when I was putting on jewellery the bathroom door open and Advika came out completely ready for the day.

She was wearing a beautiful heavy green and blue lehenga with heavy golden borders along with beautiful heavy jewellery which made her look like a goddess.

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