Whispers of Romance

"Tragedy Strikes"

Viyansh POV,

I woke up at my usual early hour, a time my wife considers to be much too early. She lay peacefully asleep on my chest, a sight that, despite seeing it every morning for the past few months, never ceased to fill me with a profound sense of blessing and an indescribable happiness. It felt like the first time, every time.I couldn't help but reminisce about the early days of our marriage. I still remember what an idiot I was when I first woke up to find her sleeping on me. My initial reaction was to gently move her aside, awkward and unsure. Reflecting on our journey, it's astonishing how far we've come-from me being reluctantly forced into this marriage by my father to now, loving her with every fiber of my being. Our relationship has blossomed into something beautiful, something I cherish deeply. I still find it hard to believe that we have consummated our marriage, our love. Even more surprisingly, she was the one to initiate it. The fact that I was able to make her feel that comfortable fills me with immense joy. She has opened up to me about every aspect of her life, including her deepest fears and the nightmares that used to haunt her. Those nightmares have since ceased, and according to my Jaan, it's because she sleeps beside me and feels protected from everything. While she has shared so much with me, I sometimes grapple with guilt for not telling her the full truth. She remains unaware of the true reasons behind her parents' animosity and the parts of her past that she doesn't remember. Despite this, I've resolved to carry this burden of guilt for the rest of my life. Revealing the truth might lead her to blame herself, and that's a pain I cannot bear to inflict upon her. So, I choose to protect her from that knowledge, even if it means bearing the weight of this secret alone.

Leaving my thoughts behind, I proceeded with my morning routine. The very first thing I did was kiss her forehead-a gesture that, to me, embodies the purest and most beautiful feeling. After that, I carefully tucked her into the duvet, knowing she feels cold due to her sensitive skin. Despite my reluctance to leave her side today, I headed to the gym. An inexplicable sense of unease tugged at me, making it hard to be away from her even for a moment. Unable to shake this feeling, I cut my workout short and returned within half an hour, driven by an unknown fear and an urgent need to be near her.

Relieved to find her safe and sound, sleeping peacefully, my heartbeat gradually returned to its normal rhythm. With a tender smile gracing my lips at the sight of her cute and innocent face, I made my way to the bathroom to attend to my morning chores. Once refreshed, I returned to complete what I considered the most difficult yet satisfying task: waking up my wife, "Mera bachcha." Sitting beside her, I gently ran my fingers through her hair, savoring the softness, and called out to her in a soft, affectionate tone, coaxing her gently from her slumber.

Author,

Viyansh: "Bachcha uth jao ab."
(Wake up)

Vaidehi: "Ummm"

He smiled as she followed her usual routine, settling onto his lap and burying her face in his stomach. Gently, he pressed a kiss to her head, his thumb tracing soothing circles on her cheeks.

Viyansh: "Jaana good morning."

With a smile adorning her face, she directed her gaze towards him, gently grasping his hand that rested on her cheek. Tenderly, she pressed her lips against his hand before responding.

Vaidehi: "Good morning Ansh."

Viyansh: "Chalo, go and freshen up."

She wrinkled her nose before uttering her response.

Vaidehi: "Ansh, you know I hate bathing phir aap Roz subah yahi baat kyu bolte hai?? I want you to say something romantic??"
(so why do you say the same thing every morning?)