Imperfectly Yours✓

10.

"Ready?" Advik asked, strapping the belt of his watch and glancing at his wife, who was dressed in a lavender kurti and skirt. Her hair was parted in the middle, cascading down her shoulders, and a small black bindi rested between her brows.

"Not yet," she said, picking up the small oxidized jhumkas.

"May I?" He immediately asked, making her nod with a slight blush coating her cheeks. In his proximity, her heart raced at a fast rate, but still, he felt like her home.

He stood beside her and took the earrings, pushing her hair behind her back as he slid the loop from her piercing, locking it, and then went towards her other shoulder, repeating the same. All the while, her eyes admired him through the mirror.

Taking the vermilion box, he filled her partition with it and then pecked her forehead.

"I have something for you," Advik said and went towards the bedside table where he had kept a bouquet consisting of two sunflowers and brought it to her. She chuckled lightly, taking the bouquet and then tiptoed to reach his left cheek, pecking him there. It had been a ritual of his to give her some form of flowers every morning since their marriage. She thought he would get over it, but he continued to do it daily, without any compulsion, just out of his deep affection for her.

"It's not enough, Mrs. Advik," he whispered huskily into her ear, causing her to take a sharp breath. Her hand instinctively moved towards his shirt, lightly gripping it over his chest. She glanced at him shyly before kissing his neck just below his Adam's apple.

"Still not enough?" she asked, biting her lower lip as her hand rested on his abdomen. She could feel the firmness of his skin and the well-defined structure of his body through the thin fabric of his shirt, but she didn't pull back.

"You won't ever be enough, love," he whispered, glancing adoringly at her and then pecking her nose, making her giggle. Her eyes fell on the mirror, and a wide smile captured her lips.

"Advik, snap a picture of us through the mirror, please," she requested. He looked at her, still holding her in his arms, the bouquet in one hand, the other resting on his stomach, with her captured close to himself. Indeed, the reflection in the mirror looked pretty.

He immediately snapped a few shots.

"We look so pretty," she gushed as she looked at his phone, where he was pecking the side of her head, and she was pouting while showing the bouquet. He smiled, displaying his dimples, and then took the phone from her, saving it as his wallpaper.

"Made for each other types?" he questioned, raising his brows. His hands rose from her waist to her back as he gently pulled her closer. He waited for her response, and after a few moments, she nodded lightly.

"Just exclusively made for each other types, Mr. Mehrotra. You are mine, till the end of the universe," she spoke gently. Her eyes locked with his, and all he could see was love for him, making him feel overwhelmed. He pulled her closer, hugging her tightly as she reciprocated the hug with the same vigor.

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Amrita glanced at her daughter, who came out of her room with a prominent blush on her face, making her smile.

"What should I do, Mumma?" She asked, placing her dupatta on the dining table and moving towards the kitchen.

"Who prepared these?" Yashvi asked, glancing at the freshly prepared chole.

"Your brother," Amrita replied, moving toward the basin after kneading the dough. Darsh had been a great cook all along and always made sure to divide the chores with his mother.

"After your marriage, he has become more responsible. He prepares the food so that I won't tire myself. He pays the house help, maintenance charges. He honestly doesn't have much time, but he still makes sure to spend time with me so that I won't feel alone," Amrita said with adoration in her eyes towards her son, who suddenly seemed to have grown a lot in just a span of a month.