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A day or two later, as Reethu busied herself arranging kitchen items in the shelves, Shubman sat nearby, his attention divided between his phone and his thoughts. He scrolled through travel websites, his mind filled with the excitement of planning their honeymoon trip.
With a satisfied nod, he finalized their flight tickets to Bali, a smile playing on his lips as he imagined the adventures that awaited them in the tropical paradise. As he clicked the confirmation button, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through him.
Meanwhile, Reethu was engrossed in a conversation with her mother over the phone, her voice filled with warmth as she exchanged news and updates. Shubman stole glances at her from time to time, admiring the way her eyes lit up as she spoke to her mother, her love for her family evident in every word.
As he listened to her conversation, a pang of longing washed over him, reminding him of his own family back home. He missed them dearly, but he was grateful to have Reethu by his side, her love and support providing him with strength and comfort.
Lost in his thoughts, Shubman absentmindedly reached for a kitchen item, his mind drifting to memories of his childhood home. He remembered the warmth of his mother's embrace, the sound of his father's laughter echoing through the halls, and the sense of belonging he had always felt there.
But as he glanced at Reethu, a sense of gratitude washed over him, filling him with warmth. She was his family now, his partner in life, and he couldn't imagine facing the world without her by his side.
With a determined smile, Shubman returned his attention to his phone, his heart light with excitement as he envisioned the adventures that awaited them in Bali. He couldn't wait to create new memories with Reethu, to explore new places and discover new experiences together. As Shubman glanced over at Reethu, arranging items in the kitchen shelves, he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth flood his cheeks. His eyes lingered on her, taking in the sight of her wearing denim shorts that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with one of his shirts, casually unbuttoned at the top.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he admired the way the fabric draped over her frame, the shirt appearing oversized on her but somehow perfectly fitting at the same time. The sight of her wearing his clothes stirred something deep within him, igniting a warmth in his chest that he couldn't quite explain.
Lost in his thoughts, Shubman couldn't help but engage in a silent conversation with himself. "She looks stunning," he mused, his heart fluttering with affection. "I can't believe she's mine."
