"I don't know Vansh, I don't know if I can do this. Leave me, leave me alone PLEASE!"
I screamed, begging him to stay away from me when all I felt was hatred towards myself.
How could I? How could I let this happen again?
As I turned to leave, his...
My sleep broke because of the jingling noise. Opening my eyes, I looked around and the moment they laid on my beautiful wife getting dressed up in a pink saree, with her hair tied up in a bun, adorned with a gajra, and beautiful jhumkas completing her look, my heart skipped a whole playlist- the Vermillion and Mangalsutra a sign that this woman was all mine.
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I got down from my bed, walked up to her and snaked my arms around her petite waist, my face resting on her shoulder. I could feel her breath hitch for a second and then her musical voice blessed my morning.
“Good morning patidev.”
“It’s the best morning, jaan!” I breathed out, still revering in her beauty.
“How?” She asked, voice tinted with mischief.
“Because Raanisaahiba has blessed this poor soul with her exquisite beauty.”
There it was- her blush that makes my heart go crazy. She lightly pulled away from me and ran outside and a chuckle left my mouth.
Ivaara’s P.O.V.
I ran downstairs and found Daadisa, Maa and Iti di already there. But what shocked me was the sight of Daadu, Papa and Adwu bhai, who were all bathed and dressed in traditional. Wishing everyone a Goodmorning, I took my place and Maa instantly filled my plate with the sargi.
“Bacche, jaldi se sargi khaa le aur fir so jaana. Ek baar saari auratein aagyi to araam nahi kar paaegi”
“Jii Maa.”
Midway through the sargi, I saw Vansh climbing down the stairs. He had worn a pink shirt with white formal pants and GOD did he look handsome!
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“Goodmorning Ladies. Maa meri sargi?” He greeted everyone and but his question made my head snap towards him. His eyes met mine and in a non-verbal gesture, he confirmed my doubts. My heart was filled with a strange sort of warmth seeing him make efforts at every step- efforts that make me fall for him even more.
