[a desi arranged marriage story] ── bound by an arranged marriage, they never saw love coming-until it did, without warning ──
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The next morning, soft rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The gentle chirping of birds, the sweet sound of temple bells, and the distant voices of vendors selling their wares added a symphony of morning life to the serene scene.
Idika woke up first, her eyes fluttering open to the golden light. She glanced down to find Advay still nestled against her, his head resting comfortably on her chest. A soft smile spread across her face as she watched him sleep, his features relaxed and peaceful.
She looked around and saw that Sarah and Karthik were still asleep on their mattresses. A blush crept onto her cheeks as she realized her parents and Mahira might have seen them in this intimate position.
Gently, she brushed a stray lock of hair from Advay's forehead, careful not to wake him. She then gently placed his head on the pillow below her and bent down to kiss his forehead.
Just as her lips brushed his skin, a sudden sound of someone clearing their throat made her freeze. She looked up, startled, to see Mahira standing at the doorway, a knowing smile on her face.
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"Morning, Mrs. Idika Advay Malhotra," Mahira Bhabhi chimed in a teasing tone, emphasizing the "Mrs." and "Advay" with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Good morning, Bhabhi," I muttered, my voice low and tinged with embarrassment. "You indeed had a good morning in the arms of your husband. Oh wait, he was in your arms, right?" she continued, her smirk widening.
I felt my cheeks heat up even more as I stood up, desperately trying to think of a comeback. Just then, Advay stirred and woke up, blinking sleepily at the two of us. My embarrassed face transformed into a bright, relieved smile at the sight of him.
"Good morning," Advay mumbled, stretching lazily.
"Good morning, Mr. Advay Malhotra," Mahira Bhabhi quipped, giving him a cheeky wink. "I was just complimenting your wife on her excellent cuddling skills."
Advay, still half-asleep, looked confused then blushed.
"Bhabhi," I whined, feeling my cheeks heat up as Advay looked at me.
