" I am very thankful to all those readers who forgave me and supported me despite my mistakes. I am very thankful to you all. Thank you so much once again for everything ❤️❤️" . . .
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The sound of a blaring alarm pierced the quiet morning, jolting me awake. Groaning, I reluctantly stirred from my comfortable position, my mind already on the task ahead.
I had set the alarm early to cook breakfast for Atharva.
I glanced over at my husband, still sleeping soundly on his stomach. His slightly pouted expression made me smile, but as I shifted to get out of bed, a sharp pain between my legs reminded me of last night.
The memory of our intimate moments from the previous evening made me bite my lip.
Gathering my courage, I slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As I stepped into the shower, I recalled how Atharva had tenderly helped me get ready for bed and how lovingly he had treated me.
The warmth of the shower was soothing, but my thoughts kept drifting back to him.
After my shower, I emerged and saw Atharva still asleep. I stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for the day. As I dried my hair, I suddenly felt a presence behind me. Through the mirror, I saw Atharva standing there, watching me. His gaze was fixed on my neck, and my heartbeat quickened.
Atharva moved closer, placing his chin on my shoulder and hugging me from behind. His voice was soft but firm as he asked, "Ruhi, why didn't you wear your mangalsutra on the first day of our marriage?"
Confused, I looked at him through the mirror. Suddenly, I remembered what had happened and turned to face him. I bit my lip, struggling to find the right words. "It's not like that. I was wearing it, but it fell off in the middle," I explained.
He looked puzzled. "What middle?"
I hesitated, not sure how to explain. Atharva pulled me closer, his voice insistent. "I asked you something, Ruhi. Answer me. What middle?"
My face turned red with embarrassment. I motioned towards my cleavage with my index finger. Atharva's eyes widened in realization, and then he began to laugh. Understanding dawned on him, and he took a step toward me.
I instinctively took a step back, but he caught me by the waist. With a mischievous smile, he opened my mangalsutra and let it fall into my cleavage.
