A Sip Of Destiny

Epilogue ✧⁠.°*⁠♡

Aashi's Pov

14th February. The day of love.  The day when we got tied into the sacred knot of marriage with seven rounds around the holy fire, vowing to be with each other forever with each and round. 

I remember that day well, and every recollection is still vivid in my mind. The joy on everyone's face, as well as the grief that filled my parents' eyes as they bid me farewell. Amy was the happiest on that particular day. She helped me with all of the preparations that a bride-to-be must make.

Most significantly, I am always thinking about the day I saw him dressed up as my groom. He looked just like the most stunning man to me, and I was the happiest woman ever. 

Even today, whenever I see the image of him turning my empty hair partition into vermillion with his hands, I can't help but cry with joy. That sensation is timeless and irreplaceable.

I recall looking into his eyes as he was securing the nuptial chain around my neck, and he gave me a soothing grin. Those eyes held the promise of an eternity together.

When it was time for my Vidayi, my dear husband was on the verge of crying. He took care of me, met all of my needs during those early days when your anxiousness as a newlywed bride is at its greatest.  Furthermore, despite being under stress from his office most of the time, he gave me the much needed time, attention and emotional support.

He would usually fabricate excuses for entering the kitchen while I was preparing food. He would start off-topic conversations that would eventually lead to him sitting on the kitchen countertop to stare at me. Those back hugs, that sometimes escalated somewhere overwhelmingly passionate to the point where I almost burned the food, still gives me butterflies in my stomach.

The man who called himself unromantic was the most romantic and passionate lover ever. I continued to be a working woman and later Yash also found himself another job where he didn't feel like throwing a cup of hot coffee in anyone's face. I have my own library now, where the magical world of books becomes intertwined with the serenity of nature. I made my dream come true only with the love and support of my two beautiful families and my loving husband.

Yes, like every other couple, we too got into arguments but Yash is the type of person who is always willing to listen to the other person's side too. Everytime he would make me sit next to him, listen to my complaints, share his perspective without raising his voice at me and then work towards finding the solutions.

I didn't realize how three years had passed. Today is our third wedding anniversary. 14 February. Just how they say, time flies so fast when you're happy and cherishing every moment of your life.

I am blessed because every morning, I get to wake up to the most endearing sight ever. The love of my life and the center of our universe. I lay awake in my bed while Yash is sleeping next to me with our daughter nestled against his chest. 

Aashna. Yash named her Aashna, which means devoted to love. At first, I was unaware of why he is so stubborn about naming our child Aashna but when I got to know the meaning behind it, everything fell into the right place.

She is just 8 months old, yet she has the entire family wrapped around her little finger. Her grandparents, in particular, adore her to bits. She is now the center of our universe, and everything revolves around her. My little baby, on the other hand, is very possessive of her father. 

 If I tried to hold Yash's hand in her presence, she would push it away and later flash a gummy smile while hugging him tightly. When it comes to competing for her father's attention, she spares no one.

Yash stirred awake, slowly opening his eyes. My smile widened a bit upon seeing him like this, so close to me, as my husband, the father of my child. The love of my life.