Stranger To My Man

CHAPTER 57

"Love isn't measured by grand gestures or moments of passion; it’s found in the quiet details—the soft glance across a room, the warmth of a hand held in silence, and the comfort of knowing that in a world full of chaos, there's one person who feels like home."

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After a long and eventful day, the Rathore family settled into their respective rooms. The house was quieter now, the energy from earlier still lingering in the air.

In their room, Shweta was already lying on the bed, propped up by the pillows, her back resting comfortably against the headboard. The soft light from the bedside lamp illuminated her face, casting a warm glow around her. She glanced at the clock, waiting for Ayansh to come out after changing his clothes.

As the door creaked open, Ayansh stepped in, a relaxed smile on his face. He glanced over at Shweta, who looked so calm and content, and without a word, he walked over and jumped onto the bed beside her. The bed bounced slightly as he landed next to her, his body sinking into the soft mattress.

Shweta turned her head to face him, her lips curling into a soft smile. “You took your time,” she teased gently.

Ayansh grinned, resting his head on his hand. “I had to make sure I looked good enough to be beside you.”

She laughed quietly, her eyes sparkling with affection. “You don’t need to try so hard, Ayansh. You already look perfect.”

He smiled and leaned in a bit closer, his voice soft and sincere. “It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost a year since we got married, isn’t it?”

Shweta nodded, her heart full as she looked at him. “It feels like it’s flown by so fast. In some ways, it feels like we’ve been together forever, but in other ways, it feels like we just got married yesterday.”

Ayansh reached over and gently took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You’ve made this year incredible, Shweta. Every day with you has been better than I could have ever imagined.”

Her heart swelled with emotion as she looked at him, his words wrapping around her like a warm embrace. “I feel the same way, Ayansh. You’ve made everything so easy. Being with you... it’s just felt right.”

Ayansh let out a soft sigh, his voice laced with tenderness. “You know, I never thought I could be this happy. You’ve brought so much joy into my life, and I can’t imagine my days without you.”

Shweta’s fingers tightened around his hand, her heart beating a little faster. “Tomorrow... our anniversary... I want it to be special. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Ayansh smiled warmly, his gaze softening as he looked at her. “It will be special, Shweta. Because it’s with you. I don’t need anything extravagant, just being with you is enough for me.”

She smiled back, her voice barely a whisper. “I feel the same way. Just you and me, and everything we’ve built together in this one year.”

For a moment, they both just lay there, their hands intertwined, savoring the peaceful silence between them. It was as if the world outside had faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts beating in sync.

Finally, Ayansh broke the silence, his voice warm and filled with affection. “I don’t think I could ever love you more than I do right now.”

Shweta turned toward him, her eyes reflecting the same depth of feeling. “I already do.”