Love less marriage

A Glimpse of Beauty

The morning sun painted the room with a soft, golden hue, casting gentle shadows on the ornate furnishings. Vishnu's eyes fluttered open, his gaze shifting to the form beside him. Divya lay still, her face serene in sleep, her long hair cascading over the pillow like a dark waterfall.

A sense of awe overcame Vishnu as he observed her in the quietness of dawn. Her beauty was undeniable, an ethereal quality that seemed to shine even in the most ordinary moments. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his touch light and reverent.

Divya stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet Vishnu's gaze. A brief moment of vulnerability flickered across her expression before she quickly masked it with a neutral smile. "Good morning," she greeted in a voice that held no trace of the internal struggles she faced.

"Good morning," Vishnu replied softly, his eyes still fixed on her. "You're truly breathtaking, Divya."

Her brow furrowed ever so slightly, her discomfort evident. "Vishnu, there's no need for flattery."

Vishnu chuckled, his affectionate demeanor unwavering. "It's not flattery, Divya. It's just the truth."

A hint of a blush colored Divya's cheeks, but she shook her head, her stubbornness reasserting itself. "Let's not dwell on such things, Vishnu. We have a lot to do today."

Vishnu's gaze remained steady, his persistence unwavering. "Divya, I understand that you might have reservations about our marriage, but can't we find moments of connection amidst it all?"

Divya's eyes met his, a mixture of emotions swirling within. "Vishnu, this marriage is a commitment, a partnership. It doesn't need to be based on something as fleeting as physical attraction."

Vishnu's lips curved into a gentle smile. "True, Divya. But isn't a connection, an understanding, also important? I want to know you, the real you."

Divya's gaze wavered, her facade slipping momentarily. "Vishnu, you have your idea of who I am, and I have mine."

Vishnu reached out to touch her hand, his touch warm and comforting. "I believe there's more to you than meets the eye. And I want to discover that, together."

Divya withdrew her hand, a mixture of frustration and vulnerability in her eyes. "Vishnu, please understand that we're not in some romantic story. This is real life, and I have my reasons for keeping certain things hidden."

Vishnu's expression softened, his voice gentle. "Divya, I'm not asking you to reveal everything at once. But let's not shut each other out completely. Let's try to bridge the gap, one step at a time."

Divya's resolve wavered, her stubbornness facing a challenge she hadn't anticipated. As she met Vishnu's earnest gaze, she felt a tinge of uncertainty – a crack in the armor she had built around herself.

And so, their morning encounter left a mark on both of them – Vishnu's determination to break down the walls Divya had erected, and Divya's recognition that her secrets might not remain buried as deeply as she had hoped. The story continued, their emotions and motives intertwining in a delicate dance, the outcome of which remained uncertain.