[Sequel of Rang Jo Lagyo: The Colours of Love; can be read as a standalone]
Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them?
When she has learned th...
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"The wedding is over now," I announced loudly keeping my eyes on her and Adhvita kept giving me angry looks in return. Holding her in my arms, I began walking up the stairs and I heard some suppressed giggles behind us. She adjusted her arms around my neck and hid her face in my chest, knowing very well that I won't put her down no matter how much she'd resist.
"You are so bad Saanjh," I heard her muffled voice as I ascended last few steps and began moving towards our room. As I pushed the door open with my back, I noticed the entire bed covered in red flower petals and alternating white and red flower garlands hanging from the ceiling, surrounding the outside of the bed.
"Now put me down." She wiggled her feet in the air.
"What's the rush Mrs. Raizaada hm?" I lifted my eyebrow up. "I'm the one who's carrying your weight along with this heavy lehnga's weight."
Moving towards the bed, I lowered her down gently over the sheet of flowers and she sat up properly against the headboard. I sat by her feet and held her hands. "We're married now love," I squeezed them lightly.
"We are," she replied with a huge smile but with some tiredness in her eyes. Leaving my hands, she stretched her arms in the air feeling exhausted and let out a yawn.
"Tired love?" I asked and she nodded with a huge pout. "Let me help you get changed then." I stood up holding my hand out for her and she held it to slide off the bed. I took her to the dressing table, and she sat on the stool in front of the mirror. I got rid of my turban and shawl so that I can help her better.
I began by removing the dupatta off her head and placed it down on the table. Unclasping her necklace, I removed it followed by putting it over the dupatta and advanced to her earrings. After getting rid of them, I put it beside the necklace.
My hands moved to her bun, and I began taking pins out of it one by one. "Why are there so many pi—" I lifted my eyes up from her hair to the mirror and found her looking at me already with a smile which made pause midsentence and brought a smile to my face as well. "Aise kya dekh rahi hai Mrs. Raizaada?" I placed my chin on her shoulder.
"Apne pati ko, Mr. Raizaada," she giggled. "The person who means the most to me."
(What are you looking at Mrs. Raizaada?)
(I'm looking at my husband Mr. Raizaada.)
I placed a kiss on her temple and straightened up to continue my work on the bun. After taking out thousands of pins and collecting them in my hand, I placed them on the table again where rest of the stuff was lying. I brought my hand to her bun and freed her hair, letting them fall on her shoulders.
Moving them over to one side, I placed my lips on the side of her neck, gliding them over the shoulder. I pushed the sleeve of her blouse off her shoulder, continuing with the movement of my lips on her skin.
