As days turned into weeks in their new home, Tarini and Yuvraj settled into a routine of domestic bliss. They often found themselves in the spacious kitchen, preparing meals together or sharing a quiet moment over morning coffee.
"Honey, could you pass me the salt?" Tarini would ask, a smile playing on her lips as she stirred a simmering pot on the stove.
Yuvraj would oblige, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Of course, darling. Here you go."
Their conversations flowed effortlessly, peppered with terms of endearment that reflected the deepening bond between them. Yet, as time went on, Yuvraj's demeanor began to subtly change. He started suggesting wardrobe choices for Tarini, encouraging her to wear more revealing dresses.
One evening, as they prepared for a dinner party at their home, Yuvraj handed Tarini a dress she felt uncomfortable with. "How about this one, darling? It looks stunning on you."
Tarini hesitated, fingering the fabric nervously. "Yuvraj, I'm not sure about this. It's a bit too revealing for my taste."
He smiled reassuringly, his tone coaxing. "Come on, Tarini. Trust me, you'll look gorgeous. It's important to make a good impression tonight."
Reluctantly, Tarini acquiesced, wanting to please Yuvraj but feeling uneasy about the attention the dress would inevitably attract. As the evening wore on, she found herself self-conscious, constantly adjusting the neckline and feeling exposed in front of their guests.
Later that night, after their guests had left, Tarini approached Yuvraj gently. "Yuvraj, can we talk?"
He turned to her, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Of course, darling. What's on your mind?"
She took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I appreciate your compliments and your desire for me to look beautiful, but I'm not comfortable with wearing such revealing outfits all the time. I want to feel confident in what I wear."
Yuvraj's expression hardened slightly, his brow furrowing. "But Tarini, you look amazing in those dresses. I just want everyone to see how lucky I am to have you."
Tarini shook her head gently, feeling the weight of her words. "I understand, Yuvraj. But I need you to understand how I feel too. Can we find a middle ground?"
He sighed, realizing the impact of his expectations on her. "I'm sorry, Tarini. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll respect your choices from now on."
Even after saying so, Yuvraj used to direct her what to wear and what not.
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TYTS - A Love Story With Twist
RomanceThis is the story of Tarini and Yuvraj. It began spontaneously and ended spontaneously, but everything in between was more than magical.
