As sun rays timidly peeked through the open windows, their gentle warmth disturbed someone's peaceful slumber. With a disgruntled groan, I reluctantly opened my eyes, cursing myself for forgetting to close the window the night before. Rubbing my eyes to adjust to the sudden influx of sunlight, I glanced beside me only to find the bed empty.
"Funny how I always end up alone in the mornings," I muttered to myself, shaking my head as I swung my legs out of bed. With a sigh, I made my way to the bathroom, knowing I had to quickly go through my morning routine before checking on my munchkins.
As the water cascaded down in the shower, I let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth soothe away the remnants of sleep. Once refreshed, I wrapped myself in a soft towel and selected a saree from my wardrobe. Draping it gracefully around me
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After applying my vermillion and leaving my hair to air dry, I made my way to my kids' room to check on them. The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains as I glanced at the clock, noting the time: 7:30. Seeing my little ones still peacefully asleep, I decided to let them rest a while longer and quietly descended downstairs.
In the kitchen, I prepared a protein shake for my husband, knowing he would need the extra boost for his morning workout at our home gym on the second floor. As I blended the ingredients, my mind wandered to our relationship. He was undeniably the best father our children could ask for, attentive and loving in every way. Yet, when it came to our marriage, something was lacking.
Despite our physical intimacy, I couldn't shake the feeling of emotional distance between us. Our interactions felt routine, devoid of the passion and connection I longed for. Yes, we were sexually active, but that alone didn't fulfill the deeper yearning for genuine love and affection. As I poured the protein shake into a glass, I couldn't help but wonder if we would ever bridge the gap between us and rediscover the love we once shared.
"Sex isn't love; love is something that blooms in everyone's heart," I mused quietly to myself as I prepared the protein shake. "It's about more than just physical intimacy."
As I stirred the shake, memories of what love truly meant flooded my mind. "It's asking about your day, making sure you've had your dinner," I continued, the words flowing effortlessly. "It's about the little gestures—the unexpected rose, the gentle kiss on the forehead."
With each word, I felt a pang of longing for the kind of love that transcended mere physical connection, yearning for the depth of emotion and connection that I craved in my marriage. It was a reminder to myself of what I deserved, and a silent plea for the kind of love that filled not just the body, but the soul.
In the intricate tapestry of my life, fate didn't unfold as I had once dreamed. Despite pouring my heart into loving him in every conceivable way, he seemed to only see me through a lens of lust. It was a bitter realization—one that left me feeling hollow and unfulfilled.
