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"Good morning," I said, my voice filled with affection, to the beauty who had captured my heart. With each passing day, my love for her only grew stronger.
"Good morning," she replied casually, brushing her lush locks. The warm orange rays of the sun danced across her beige-toned skin, illuminating it with a radiant glow. Her peach saree seemed to absorb the vibrant hue, enhancing her ethereal beauty.
As she struggled to tame her long, waist-length hair, I watched from my bed, entertained by her futile attempts. Every time she detangled one section, another would knot, leaving her frustrated.
Unable to resist, I rose from my cozy spot and walked behind her, picking up another comb from the table. She looked up, her brows furrowed in confusion.
Without a word, I sat down beside her and gently began to detangle her hair, strand by strand.
She didn't utter a word, but cooperated with me. Within minutes, every strand of hair was detangled again.
"Thanks!" she exclaimed, preparing to return to her work.
I gently grasped her wrist. "Do you need anything?" She inquired.
"Let me help!" I offered.
She scrutinized me, her gaze sweeping from head to toe. Then, she turned away, her back to me, her face toward the wall.
Undeterred, I began combing her hair once more, gently braiding it. "May I speak something, Ayla?" I ventured.
"Hmm..." she murmured.
"You know we're in this together!" I declared.
I sensed her watching me from the corner of her eye. "What do you want to say?" she queried directly.
"Something you might not want to hear, wife," I confessed.
She remained silent, so I continued, expressing my thoughts.
"Ayla, I may not know your childhood or your past, but the time we've shared has shown me one thing - you've locked yourself away, conserving your emotions, protecting yourself. I understand that your upbringing may have shaped you this way.
I may not fully comprehend your feelings, but I want you to know that you're no longer alone. We're in this together, and our experiences, though different, have woven us into a shared tapestry.
