𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍: 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬

22|| 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄

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Books are a poor substitute for female companionship, but they are easier to find.

~Patrick Rothfuss

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RUDRAKSH

I walked to my room after getting done with the video conference for the new hotel project. As per Mumma's orders, I can't attend office for at least a weak.

But the work cannot stop, so I had Rahul bring the important files at home and am also attending meetings online.

The last two days had been hectic at home too. Alongwith the pending office works, the prepration of Reception also had me hooked. It's already night now, and I was in my office. Am sure, if Maa will come to know about this she will scold me till death.

I entered into my room to meet with a pleasent fragrance of lilies, ofcourse my wife's fragrance. Since the day she had entered in this room, my usual sandalwood and charcoal fragranced room now smells like her-- like lilies.

Am not complaining though!

I am addicted to this smell.

Literally!!

Shaking my head at myself, I looked around and found the room empty and smiled knowing where must she be.

Ofcourse she would be with Aastha Maa, Adhira and Aayush.

I walked in the washroom, undressed myself and moved to the shower cabinet to have a hot shower to relax my muscles.

Standing under the shower I couldn't help but smile remembering the look on Saumaya's face when she saw Aastha Maa, Adhira and Aayush at the doorstep. And her unshed tears, while hugging them, were the proof that how much she missed them.

She was surprised by their early arrival, as they have to arrive tomorrow on the day of reception. But her grateful smile at me made me feel that I literally achieved something, when she came to know that I insisted them to arrive a day earlier.

She is so Innocent. Gets happy in the smallest of gestures, and overthinks at her minute mistakes.

And ofcourse, Sorry is her favourite word. And something in me always stir whenever I hear her saying Sorry to anyone.

She is My Wife, she can kill someone and need not utter an apology.

I ran my hand through my hair at my thoughts. I had never felt like this. I never gave a fuck about the other person who is not my family. And although she is also my family now, but I never felt like this whenever someone from my family apologised for something.

Sighing at my non stop thoughts, I turned off the shower and wiped my body with a towel. Wearing a grey sweatpants and hanging a towel around my neck drying my hair with it, I moved out of my room and heard a gasp, which made my head snap in the direction to saw my wife standing near the now closed door with her hands covering her eyes.