A perfect marriage, a perfect couple, an idealistic family. They have their royalty and pride. A name that holds power and respect which no one ever dared to disobey. No one says it loud but everyone knows why.
But the question is, if everything is...
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The palace was looking like a dream again, everywhere there were light and flower. Peaceful aroma of Kapur and dhup spreads everywhere indicating everyone that Gaurangi had her morning prayer.
Not wanting to be late Dhwani looks at herself last time at the mirror before she dashed out of the room.
In her heavy red saree, which she finds on her dressing, to letting people know she is a new bride with her hair tide in a loose braid and the jewellery which adores her more. She halted at her spot when she felt a tugging in her hand as she closed her eyes to calm herself down.
" Hame bhi to mauka do tumhe apni ankhon m basne ka " his voice was low, near to her ear as he made her turn towards himself looking at just in her eyes sneaking his hand on her waist and other one on the face caressing her right cheek with his thumb.
It's been one and a half month of their wedding, and the circumstances were different, and they really don't get time to know much about each other.
Not wanting to make it just a physical relationship of just bodies they are still taking their time to mend whatever they have into a something Devine.
They respect each other, and even went to a honeymoon if you call it one where they just got to know more about their partners and came out of those awkward stranger moments. The support and trust that never cross any boundaries without any consent and understanding in the time shortage they both have because of their respective career.
"A-Aksh we are in the corridor" she stutters, not believing herself but right now she can't understand what got into her ever so innocent husband.
Gathering herself she again tried to be serious.
"I have to go for the Pooja and also to the temple fir the prayer, leave me now!"
"First let me pray to my goddess here then you can go...just for now" he said looking at her with pure adoration and respect in his eyes. They confess more than his actions or words does.
"Aksh -" he cut her off by putting his finger in her lips while eyes dodging between her eyes and lips.
"Shhh...just tell me, am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks, taking his finger back and just looked at her eyes, which he feels hypnotized him. Sighed when she shook her head and there was no lie present in her eyes.
But both abruptly stopped when they were just an inch close to one another by the voice of a clearing throt . Still in each others arm they turn their face toward the voice.
Avyaana was standing there in her gold saree and light jewellery with a low bun, looking no less than a would-be queen or wife of the crown prince. With a slight of smirk on her face beside her husband who is like his father a blank book.
