𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨

13

New words introductions.
Attige: sister in law.
Anna: elder brother.
Ajji: grandma.

Hope it will comfortable will reading.
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Morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Bhavish was peacefully asleep, but his slumber was soon interrupted by a sudden sensation of cool droplets splashing on his face. He stirred, blinking his eyes open to find the source of the disturbance.

Standing before him, , it was none other than his wife, water is from Varudini's hair. She had just finished her bath, her wet hair cascading down her back, droplets of water sliding off the ends. She was dressed in a mustard-yellow saree, the color complementing her glowing skin. Her blouse, with a deep back, showed off the elegant curve of her spine, and her pallu was tucked neatly at her waist, accentuating her figure.

Varudini hummed softly to herself, a tune that Bhavish recognized as one of her favorites. The melody was accompanied by the soft jingling of her anklets and the rhythmic clinking of her bangles, creating a symphony that was uniquely hers. Bhavish, still half-asleep, found himself mesmerized by the sight before him. He became her silent audience, admiring the way she moved with grace and confidence, her every step a dance.

As she towel-dried her hair, oblivious to his gaze, Bhavish couldn’t help but marvel at her beauty. She seemed so content, so at ease in her own skin, that it was impossible not to be captivated by her. He tried to drink in every detail—the way her saree clung to her wet body, the soft curve of her waist, the playful smile on her lips as she lost herself in her song.

But when Varudini turned around, Bhavish quickly shut his eyes, pretending to still be asleep. He wasn’t ready to face her just yet, especially not after last night’s events. He needed a moment to gather himself, to figure out what to say.

Varudini, however, wasn’t so easily fooled. She walked over to the bed, her steps light and teasing as she approached him. She leaned in close, swinging her hand near his face, testing to see if he was truly asleep. Bhavish held his breath, trying to maintain the facade, but he could feel the tension building as she got closer. The scent of her freshly washed hair filled his senses, a mix of jasmine and something uniquely her.

Just as he thought he could hold out no longer, Varudini leaned down and gave him a playful, yet firm, knock on his head with her knuckles. Before Bhavish could react, she had already darted out of the room, her laughter echoing in the hallway.

“Ouch!” Bhavish muttered, rubbing the spot where she’d hit him. He opened his eyes, watching the door where she had just disappeared. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her playful antics. She was like a breath of fresh air, a whirlwind of energy and emotion that had swept into his life and turned everything upside down.

Deciding that sleep was no longer an option, Bhavish got up and stretched, his muscles protesting the abrupt end to his rest. He glanced at the mirror, his hair tousled and his eyes still heavy with sleep. A splash of cold water on his face brought him fully awake, and he found himself replaying the morning’s events in his mind.

Varudini descended the grand staircase of the mansion, her saree's mustard yellow hue glowing softly under the morning light. As she made her way toward the kitchen, she observed Bhavish’s family members engaged in various activities. Viraj and Rajesh were deeply engrossed in a business discussion, their serious tones filling the air. Ranjan, was busy with his personal assistant, reviewing details about government funding for children's welfare programs. Niran is a medical student, was guiding Nirmala's personal nurse with a calm yet authoritative demeanor.