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"Why do you make these paper flowers?" He asked, looking at her through the mirror.
"They don't wither like the real ones." She replied, aligning the entire bunch of paper flowers.
"But they don't have the fragranc...
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Agastya informed over the phone he would be late. I was all alone in the house. Watching TV or shows never interested me so I put on some music while I was correcting the exam papers of students. It was extremely peaceful.
This would have been my life if this marriage wouldn't have happened.
Not that I am complaining, but at times I couldn't help but think what life would have been like without any people in it.
Due to the exhaustion of yesterday's trip and a tad bit of overthinking. I was barely able to keep my eyes open. I put the stack of the papers aside, texted Sid to open the door with his key, checked my other texts if there was any notification from Agastya but no.
***
When I woke up around seven in the morning, Agastya was sound asleep.
Finally a day where he isn't running away from sleep or rest.
I tiptoed my way out of the room, making sure not to disturb his sleep. If he woke up, he would run to work. He needs rest. Ample amount of it, to be honest.
When I was done preparing breakfast, I got ready as I received a call from my institution that there will be some extra classes. As I was packing the books and papers, I saw that Agastya didn't change before going to sleep.
Man has to be completely sloshed, otherwise he loves his discipline more than anything in this world.
"Please don't wake up, please don't wake up." I was murmuring to myself as I steadily removed his wrist watch followed by his shoes.
"Thief!"
Of course!
"Well, Good Morning!" I stood by his bedside.
He made some space on the bed and made me sit. His one hand resting around my waist.
Don't react. Don't react. Don't react.
I informed him about my rest of the schedule and he told me about the party. The antisocial in me was yelling a no but as his wife, I can't ignore his people. While chatting he tucked one of my hair strands behind my ears.
Man really got the softest touch for this muscular body.
Or he thinks you're too fragile.
***
"What are you going to wear? This or this?" Ishika asked for the tenth time this afternoon, holding another pair of dresses in both her hands. One was a black slit dress and the other was a red one piece, too short for my comfort and liking.
It was three in the afternoon. Ishika asked me to meet her when I was leaving the institute. When I informed her about the party and the dress code, she got too excited. For the past twenty-five minutes, to be precise, she has been fetching clothes from her closet.
