Memories

why didn't you tell me..??

Rishi's pov

As I got up, I couldn't help but notice the sleeping beauty beside me. Radhika was lying on her side, her face tilted towards me, and her hair scattered across the pillow like a golden halo. Her eyes were closed, but I could sense the peacefulness that radiated from her.

I gazed at her, taking in every detail of her beauty. Her skin was like porcelain, smooth and flawless, and her lips were like rose petals, soft and inviting. Her hair was a rich, dark brown, and it cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night.

I couldn't help but notice the curve of her neck, the slope of her shoulders, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Her beauty was like a work of art, a masterpiece that I couldn't stop staring at.

As I looked at her, I felt a sense of awe and wonder. How could someone be so beautiful, so radiant, and so full of life? I felt like I was gazing at a goddess, a creature of myth and legend.

And yet, as I looked at Radhika, I knew that she was more than just a beautiful face and body. She was a kind and gentle soul, a person of depth and substance. She was the love of my life, and I felt grateful to be beside her. I smiled and got out of bed, deciding to let her sleep in.

I went to the kitchen and made some coffee, then sat down at the table to drink it. As I sat there, I couldn't help but think about how much my life had changed since I met Radhika.

I had never been in love before, but now I couldn't imagine my life without her. She had brought so much joy and happiness into my world, and I was forever grateful.

As I finished my coffee, I heard Radhika stirring in the other room. I smiled and got up, going to her and helping her out of bed.

"Good morning," she said, smiling up at me.

"Good morning," I replied, kissing her forehead. "How are you feeling today?"

"I'm feeling great," she said, stretching. "Thanks to you."

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Radhika's pov

After coffee, he told me to take a bath while he made breakfast. I suggested he go first, but he replied in a dangerous and husky tone, "Kaam to sara tabhi katam ho gaya tha jab tumhe saddi ke jode mein dekha tha vo bhi kisi or ke hote hue." (The work was already done when I saw you in the wedding dress, even though you were someone else's.)

I didn't say anything and got up from the bed to do my activities. As I came to the bathroom, I wondered who changed my dress. A thought crossed my mind - did he? No, no, he can't do that. What if he did? What if he saw me without a dress? All these thoughts were roaming around in my head as I came down.

But as I entered the dining area, I was welcomed with a delicious breakfast made by him, especially for me. The aroma of freshly cooked food filled the air, and my stomach growled in anticipation. He smiled and handed me a plate, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint.

As we ate, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, wondering what was going on in his mind. Was he thinking about the same things I was? Did he too feel the electricity in the air?

After breakfast, he suggested we go out for a walk. I agreed, and we strolled hand in hand, enjoying the crisp morning air. The sun shone brightly overhead, casting a warm glow over everything.

As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What did he mean by his earlier words? Was he hinting at something more?

But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the present moment. I was with him, and that's all that mattered.