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Days passed, and before Shruti and Bhairav realized it, two months of their marriage had flown by. 

The once unfamiliar house had become a home, filled with shared moments and growing affection.

Shruti had started her college classes, something she had always dreamed of but thought she would never achieve. 

This was all thanks to Bhairav, who had given her the admission form as a gift during her first rasoi ritual. 

When he had handed her the form, Shruti had been so overwhelmed with emotion that she couldn't contain her excitement. 

She had hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck, standing on her toes to reach him because of the height difference.

Bhairav had frozen at the sudden, close contact. 

He had never experienced such an embrace before; Shruti was the first woman to come so close to him, and he was utterly numb. 

His hands had instinctively gone to her waist to steady her, and the moment his fingers touched her bare skin under the folds of her saree, Shruti had shivered at the contact. 

Goosebumps rose on her skin as his touch sent a wave of warmth through her. 

She had never felt so special, so cherished, and in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to remain in his arms forever. 

Her growing affection and respect for Bhairav were beginning to evolve into something deeper and purer.

On the other hand, Bhairav was becoming increasingly aware of the attraction and magnetic pull between them. 

He had observed Shruti closely, noticing the way she would steal glances at his veiny hands when she thought he wasn't looking, or how she always tried to make his life easier. 

She would place his things exactly where he needed them without him having to ask, and she made sure he ate his meals on time. 

At night, whenever he came home late, he would find her waiting in the hall—sometimes awake, sometimes dozing off. 

But no matter how tired she was, the moment she heard his footsteps, she would wake up and serve him dinner.

All these small, thoughtful gestures made Bhairav's heart swell with warmth and a deep sense of need. 

He realized that Shruti had become an essential part of his life, and he couldn't imagine a day without her presence. 

Her care and attention made him feel special, loved, and cherished in a way he had never experienced before. 

While he wasn't sure if what he felt was love, he was certain of one thing: Shruti was his wife, and he would never let her go. 

He was willing to do anything in his power to keep her by his side, to protect her, and to ensure she stayed in his life.

His feelings for her were growing stronger with each passing day, and the bond between them was becoming unbreakable.

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The night was stretching long, and Shruti sat in the living room, her eyes constantly darting to the clock on the wall. 

The hands seemed to move slower than ever. Beside her, Janak Kaka sat quietly, offering her company in the otherwise empty room. 

He noticed the worry etched on her face, the way her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her saree, and the slight tremble in her hands.

"Beta, tu chinta mat kar. Bhairav aata hi hoga," Janak Kaka said softly, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance.