THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

•Δ20~𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

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The room was a mess, pillows strewn like there was a pillow fight going on.

But the only thing that was going on was a search operation.

Taniya's morning had begun with a frantic search for her phone. She couldn't remember where she'd left it the night before.

She was too eoccupied with Niharika's jealousy to pay attention to her phone.

In her haste, she collided with something solid-a wall, or so she thought.

But it wasn't a wall; it was Aditya's chest. The impact made her wince, and she instinctively held her forehead.

Aditya held her hand that was on her forehead and rubbed her head gently.

"Lagi kya?" His voice carried concern.

"Nai maza aaraha hai," she replied.

Aditya laughed leaning down and kissed her forehead, as if his touch could heal the ache.

Maybe it would,like a mother's kiss in childhood-able to mend anything.

Aditya's presence felt like that comforting kiss, soothing her worries.

But soon her mind drifted back to the matter at hand.

"I can't find my phone. Have you seen it?" Taniya asked, her eyes scanning the room.

Aditya shook his head. "Let me find it for you." He said and began searching with her.

Taniya's frustration grew. "I've searched everywhere. It's nowhere."

"Let me check downstairs," Aditya suggested, handing her his phone. "Call it. Maybe hearing the ring will help."

As he left the room, Taniya typed her name on the search bar but she couldn't find her name in the contact list.

She then began scrolling through each contact and there it was-her number saved under the name "wifey<3."

A smile tugged at her lips.

Just as she dialed her own number, the door swung open, revealing Aditya.

"I foun-"

He halted mid-sentence, staring at the phone screen. His number flashed as "Aditya."

A pang of hurt crossed his expression, but he dismissed it.

"Petty to be upset over such a small thing,"  he said to himself.

Taniya took her phone back, swiftly changing his contact name to "Adi <3 ✨."

Aditya caught a glimpse of her screen, and joy sparkled in his eyes.

"Let me change the dressing on your wound," Taniya said, leading him to the bed.

She treated the wound with care, wincing in empathy whenever she applied the disinfectant.

Aditya watched her, his pain forgotten, after all it was his wife tending to him.

After dressing up the wound he pulled her into his arms, and she nestled against his chest.

Moments later, she broke the hug, and he retreated to the washroom while she headed downstairs.

Breakfast was as usual, laughter filling the room.

But today, Taniya's laughter was absent. Niharika's early-morning presence grated on her nerves.

As Aditya and Niharika were talking, Taniya's tolerance waned.