Arranged Love

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Sara's eyes fluttered open and she looked at her surroundings, not known. But then she sighed, she was married now! She looked towards her side where Shubman was sleeping.

They both were at the same spots they were last night, moved here and there just a little bit. Her eyes went to the clock, it was 7.

"Should I wake up?"

She wondered and looked at Shubman getting on her elbow. She admired his peaceful face which was calm like an ocean. His light breath made his face rise and fall a little. His hair was messed up, she couldn't see them last night because of the pagdi he was wearing.

One thing Sara loved about Shubman was his hair, short but better than any girl. They touched his forehead and she gathered the courage to slide them with the tip of her finger.

"Ohh no Sara you were not up to admire him, I mean I can afterall husband hai mera. But I am getting late now."

She whispered to herself and glanced at him one last time before getting up from the bed. Her body ached due to all the continuous functions and no time to rest but she managed to soothe herself with the warm water.

She came to the closet with the towel wrapped around her figure and her hair dripping wet and started searching for a perfect saree she could wear.

"Fuck."

That's the moment she turned back and her eyes widened, Shubman stood there with his mouth agape looking at her long, slender legs and her chest where he could see the swell of her breast a little.

The water droplets did nothing to add to his mercy as he saw them dropping from her hair to the middle of her breasts.

"Shit I am so sorry, I didn't mean to but I thought you were in the washroom. I.. I am sorry if you feel uncomfortable."

He fumbled on his words before turning back and leaving the closet quickly taking his clothes while Sara could just stand there flushed at the thought of her husband watching her like this.

She stood still for at least 15 minutes before sighing and taking out her saree before wearing it. The damage was already done, nothing could be done now.

When she came out she saw the room was empty, she sighed. Applying her daily basic things on her face and some lip balm with kajal she got ready.

That's when Shubman came into the room all ready, his eyes not ready to meet Sara's. He did come to their dressing table but didn't spare a glance at her thinking he had made her uncomfortable.

"Shubman."

He finally looked at her and she stood in front of him with her palm extended holding a vermilion box. He smiled.

"How much?"

"Just a little."

He took a small pinch and filled her head with the vermilion and again looked in front setting his hair.

"Shubman please don't feel guilty about the morning incident. It's my fault actually I should have been more careful but isn't it supposed to be like this? One or the other day we will come to that point where we have to see each other naked and it's normal I think. Don't get me wrong we still just like each other but I think I might even love you one day. And also I am not uncomfortable with your looks or your touch so please just stop thinking about it."

She said before wrapping her hand around his torso and hugging him keeping her head on his chest hearing his fast heartbeat.

Shubman smiled and hugged her back keeping his chin on her head.