Solace

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NIDHI

The entire household underwent a thorough cleaning today, ensuring that every nook and cranny was spotless. Two rooms, in particular, received meticulous attention, intended to provide utmost comfort for our impending guests. One of these rooms adjoined Maa's while the other was Vaibhav's former bedry, now rendered surplus to his needs.

Later, around 5:30, I found myself in the kitchen, engaged in the soothing ritual of preparing tea for Maa and myself.

Suddenly, amidst the rhythmic clinking of cups and saucers, I sensed a subtle movement behind me. Turning on my heels, I was met with the sight of my husband, casually reclining against the kitchen door frame, a warm, enigmatic smile playing at the corners of his lips.

His early arrival, a full two hours ahead of schedule, took me by surprise, leaving me both impressed and pleasantly taken aback.

"Hi," he greeted, his presence infusing the room with a sense of warmth and anticipation. Today, he was impeccably attired in a light blue shirt paired with the subtlest shade of dark blue pants, his sleeves casually rolled up in his signature style.

The addition of his brown belt watch added a touch of sophistication, enhancing his already striking appearance.

VAIBHAV

"Quite early," she remarked, her gaze evading mine as she moved about the kitchen, fetching tray and cups, her usual manner.

"Hmm, I was feeling rather magnanimous today, thought I'd grace you with my presence a tad early," I responded, straightening and leisurely making my way towards her, my tone laced with a hint of playful
repartee.

In truth, my early arrival was prompted by a desire to alleviate her anxiety amidst the arrival of new guests. Despite their amiable nature, I knew she found such occasions unsettling, and I wished to stand by her side.

"Oh really, quite the generous man you are," she quipped, her voice carrying a playful tone as she busied herself on the opposite side of the kitchen, attending to the tea preparations.

"That, I am," I affirmed, standing beside her and catching a waft of her perfume, a scent I longed to savor from a closer proximity.

"Alright. Go change," she instructed, her loose tendrils gently caressed by the breeze filtering through the open window.

As I gazed at her, I couldn't help but notice the elegance of her outfit - a dark blue kurti paired with white pants and a dupatta draped effortlessly over one shoulder. The silver earrings added a touch of sophistication to her overall look.

Her hair was styled in a neat bun, with a few loose strands framing her face, gently caressing her cheeks. I longed to do the same, to touch her soft skin and tuck those stray hairs behind her ear.

With her focused on pounding the ginger, I had plenty of time to admire my wife, reveling in her loveliness and cherishing the moment

"Tea or coffee?" she inquired, but my eyes were fixed on her. She looked enchanting, her cheeks rosier than usual. An overwhelming desire surged within me to kiss those lovely cheeks, that delicate nose, and those captivating lips.

"Tea or coffee?" she repeated, turning to face me, this time.

I swiftly averted my gaze when her eyes met mine. Moments later, I stole another glance at her, and found her attention fixed on the simmering tea.