Solace

|49|Unraveled

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NIDHI

"Which one should I wear?" I asked, holding up two dresses for my husband to see. One was a white floral print off-shoulder dress, with full sleeves and ankle-length. The other was a vibrant yellow ankle-length dress with sleeves.

"Mmm, this one," he said, pointing at the white one.

"Good choice," I smiled, draping the white dress over the pouffe. I walked over to him, placing my hands on either side his shoulder.

"What now?" he asked, turning around with a curious look.

"I need to get ready," I replied, gently nudging him out of the closet so I could have space.

A little while later, I was dressed and applying the finishing touches—perfume on my pulse points, a swipe of nude matte lipstick, and my hair left loose around my shoulders. I glanced at myself in the mirror, feeling a bit self-conscious about the off-shoulder neckline.

It exposed my collarbones and bare shoulders more than I was used to, but I still felt good. Around my neck, I was just wearing the pendant and my nuptial chain.

I stepped out of the closet. My husband turned as soon as he sensed my presence. I wasn't wearing heels, just simple white ballet flats. I had my sleeves rolled up to my elbows.

His gaze started at my feet and slowly traveled upwards, taking in every detail of my outfit, pausing briefly at my shoulders. When his eyes met mine, I saw the admiration in them. He was clearly impressed.

"You look gorgeous," he murmured, closing the distance between us.

"I always thought red was your color, but now I'm convinced you look perfect in every shade," he added, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers gently brushed through my hair, sweeping it over one shoulder. His hand grazed my bare skin, making me wish he'd linger longer, his touch both affectionate and teasing.

A little while later, he returned from getting dressed. He wore a sky-blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a sleek watch on his wrist, dark blue trousers, and crisp white shoes.

"Now, can you finally tell me where we're going?" I asked, slipping my phone into my sling bag. I grabbed a little cash and my card, just in case.

His lips curved into a slight smile, the five o'clock shadow accentuating the mischievous glint in his eyes. He looked up at me, slipping his credit card back into his wallet, that playful smile still lingering on his face.

He stepped closer, wrapping his strong, veined arm around my waist and pulling me gently against him, my front pressed to his chest. He leaned down, brushing a soft kiss on my cheek.

"You're very inquisitive," he whispered, his voice warm and teasing. Then, just as smoothly, his arm released me, returning to his side as if nothing had happened—as if the moment had been nothing more than a fleeting daydream.

"Let's get going; we'll be late," he said, taking my hand as if eager to leave.

"Wait, are you taking me to the movies?" I asked, locking the door to our bedroom.