48. Romantic Confession.

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***Ramya's POV.***


"What are you doing, Ramya?" Mom asks me as she enters the kitchen.

"Nothing, Mom. I am just making some prasad." I say.

"But beta, I would have done that or Uma-" Mom says, but I interrupted her.

"I know, Mom. But I wanted to make something special for today." I say and go to take dry fruits.

"But you have to get ready for the inauguration too." Mom says.

"I will get ready in five minutes. Don't worry." I say and pinch her cheek, then get back to work.

"Fine. I can't win against you." She says.

"So, lose, Mom. You will get rewarded for that with my special halwa." I say and she smiles.

"My crazy daughter." Mom says and takes my baliye.

The past one month has been super crazily fantastic. I have never been this happy in my life. When Mum told me that Reyansh is a charming man, she wasn't lying or sugarcoating at all. Because this past month he has been so charming that I can't help but smile every time I look at him.

Every morning, I would wake up to his beautiful smile and the hot coffee he serves me in bed. Then he would shower me with sweet kisses all day whenever he gets the chance to do so. Lunch dates, flowers after coming home, and gifts on no special occasion. My husband was full of romance.

But I was no less, too. New dishes every day, weekend dates with exciting activities together, and do some more exploration of new farms and each other. It was like we both were on some kind of mission to show who can do better at showing who is more romantic.

Obviously, I will win when I will propose to him tonight. He is going to love me more than anyone and then I will tell my kid that I proposed to her father, not the other way around. She will definitely get inspired by her mother. I flip my hair back as I think that.

"You look different today." Reyansh says as I come out of the bathroom wearing a tight skirt and full-sleeve blouse. My hair and make-up are done, so now I just have to wear my saree.

"Well, I have yet to wear a saree, dear." I say and unfold the silk saree that he gifted me.

"That I can see, dear." He says, ogling me.

I shake my head and wear the saree, then put on the handiwork belt around my waist.

"Let me do the honor." He says and fixes my belt, then kisses my neck.

"If you keep doing that, we would be late for our own function." I say, leaning aside to give him more access to my neck.

"Well, you should wear sarees more often." He says.

"What's the point in wearing them if it is just going to be removed as soon as you see me?" I ask.

"Well, it's your fault that you gave me this weird fetish." He whispers in my ear, and I giggle as it tickles me.

"Ramya! Reyansh!" Mom shouts for us and I turn and push him away.

"Coming." I yell out, "Maybe tonight we can do something about that fetish of yours."

"Well, I will be waiting." He says and we go down together with big smiles on our faces.

The pooja was beautiful and the inauguration ceremony was even more fun. Dad praised both of us and gave us a surprise gift by handing over their company's contract. Even though Reyansh denied it at first, after Dad tugged his ears, he accepted it.

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