RIANSH[THE MYSTERIOUS MR.STRANGE]

29-Beautiful Morning and Ways to ask forgiveness

Sunlight dappled through the sheer curtains, painting dancing patterns on the ceiling. Riddhima stirred the faint scent of Yuvi's cologne – a comforting anchor in the mornings – lingering on the pillow beside her. A contented sigh escaped her lips as the events of yesterday replayed in her mind. Laughter under the oak tree, stolen kisses under the setting sun, and Yuvi's heartfelt words accompanied by the soft glow of a pearl pendant. Married life, she mused, wasn't just a comfortable routine; it was a tapestry woven with threads of surprise and unwavering love.

The bed creaked softly as Yuvi stirred beside her. He stretched languidly, his arm brushing against hers. His eyes fluttered open, and a sleepy smile spread across his face as he met her gaze.

"Good morning, Mrs. Luthra," he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

"Good morning, Mr. Luthra" Riddhima replied, her voice laced with amusement. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a king," he said, reaching over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Especially with my queen beside me."

Ridhhima felt a blush creep up her cheeks. Married life, she discovered, came with a delightful bonus of playful endearments.

They lingered in bed for a while, sharing whispered secrets and the warmth of each other's presence. The world outside could wait. Today, they had the luxury of time, a luxury they cherished amidst their busy schedules.

Finally, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee lured them out of bed. Breakfast was a leisurely affair, filled with laughter and plans for the upcoming week. As they sipped their coffee, Yuvi surprised her again.

"Remember that pottery class you were interested in?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.

Ridhhima's eyes widened. "The one that starts next week? How did you..."

"Let's just say I have my ways," he said with a mischievous grin. "How about we sign up together? It could be fun."

Ridhhima's heart swelled. He remembered, even the little things. "That would be lovely, Yuvi," she said, her voice filled with warmth.

The rest of the day unfolded in a comfortable rhythm. They tackled a few errands, their laughter echoing through the aisles of the grocery store as they playfully debated between different brands of pasta. Back home, they spent the afternoon curled up on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background as their fingers intertwined.

As the sun began its descent, casting an orange glow across the living room, a comfortable silence settled between them. Riddhima leaned her head against Yuvi's shoulder, feeling a sense of belonging that ran deeper than words could express.

" Yesterday and today was perfect," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

Yuvi wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. "Every day with you feels perfect," he replied, his voice a deep rumble against her ear.

He turned off the TV, and the only sound was the gentle hum of the refrigerator and the soft rhythm of their breathing. In that quiet intimacy, they found a different kind of magic, a quiet contentment that spoke volumes.

Later, nestled under the covers, the warmth of his body radiating against hers, Riddhima whispered, "Thank you for the necklace, Yuvi. It's beautiful."

He nuzzled his face into her hair, his voice a soft murmur. "It's nothing compared to the beauty I see in you every day, Riddhima."

They drifted off to sleep, their fingers intertwined, a silent promise of forever whispered on their lips. Theirs was a love story written not just in grand gestures but in the quiet moments of shared laughter, stolen glances, and the comfortable silence of forever