My Husband Is A...

It was the night of Halloween, but instead of watching out for malicious spirits and deadly creatures, the Senapati's wife was busy making dinner.

Since the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, Ishvara strived to perfect her skills in cooking. From baking to roasting and mastering the art of fermentation, she was learning it all.

As simple as that. Whether the spooky Halloween or any other night, this was going to be her routine. "The ghosts may come and have dinner too. Everyone is welcome," she murmured. "But I will feed my sweetheart first!"

She had such a beautiful husband, no less than a godly figure to the mass. Would it not be bad if she wasn't the ideal wife?

Ishvara didn't care about what others said. She loved to massage his feet, feed him on the bed or when he basked under the sun, listen to him and cater to his needs. Some would call her weak and submissive, but she was just loving her most favourite human on earth. She especially liked it when he would shout at the guild mates and throw a tantrum. Her core heated up at the very sight of him agitated.

She was mad, she knew.

He was a darling. He bought her gold and gossamer silk, expensive fur coats and fragrant perfumes from far away lands. Just a month ago he gifted her a horse– a surreal snowy beauty with silvery mane that could rival the shine of the moon. Oh, what was even the glow of the moon in front of Ishvara? She was beginning to feel beautiful.

Again.

Since the onset of her amnesia, she could only be grateful for surviving. She didn't know how to live. She didn't even know who she was! Remnants of the past used to trouble her, and the scars on her body made her cower in fear. Sometimes they made her feel so low about herself. Why would a man marry a woman like her who didn't even know how she got her womb full?

Her past was more sinister than Halloween.

But Aryamna removed all her doubts. He didn't accept her just because the past where she belonged was his abode too, but he truly loved her. He taught her how to love her curves, her belly rolls, the scars, the full cheeks... So much so that now Ishvara wondered how she would look when pregnant for a second time. She wanted to enjoy it, now– love how her body would grow and create a human from a little seed, embrace her voracious appetite, gain weight and look like a really cute watermelon.

Oh, and adore the lovely melons she already owned. She often caught Aryamna staring at her chest when she would be lost, only for her to catch him smirking.

It was so shameless and she loved it. She wanted him to drink her with his eyes. He could do anything and everything he wanted.

And yet, something disturbed her a lot.

Aryamna had never complimented her cooking.

At present, Ishvara swirled the milk and rice over fire. She let it reduce and thicken, then added cashews, raisins and sugar. With patience and love she cooked the pudding.

She had also prepared pilaf, fish balls and yam curry. Since it was the night of Halloween, she also prepared fourteen dishes of leafy green vegetables that would boost her husband's health and help him tackle death and ghosts, according to her culture. Not that he was fragile– he knew how to ward off evil and punch his enemies in the face. The veil between the worlds thinned on this day, but she wasn't scared. She had Aryamna to protect her.

When done, she covered all the food with a lid, adjusted her hair in the mirror and made sure there were no creases on her dress. Ah, the robe fitted her perfectly, accentuating her figure like a goddess.