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The first rasoi ritual was about to become an unforgettable memory, as my focus shifted from the mirror to the enchanting presence of Avni. Dressed in an exquisite Kanjivaram saree, she emerged from the restroom, her hair glistening like silk as she diligently dried it with a towel. Her subtle attempts to capture my gaze were almost endearing, yet I played coy, refusing to let her know she had already captivated me. When she finally gave up, tossing the towel aside in mock frustration, a mischievous smirk played on my lips. I couldn’t resist any longer and gently pulled her towards me, feeling the rapid thrum of her heartbeat. Tucking her unruly hair behind her ears, I leaned in close, whispering the truth that my eyes had long since revealed:
"You don't need to try so hard to get my attention; you are the only one I see." Her scent, intoxicating as always, reminded me just how deeply I had fallen for this remarkable girl.
“Such an idiot,” she muttered, her voice laced with frustration, as she turned away. Her brows furrowed as she approached the mirror, her reflection revealing a mix of tension and uncertainty in her posture.
“What happened, biwi?” I asked gently, wrapping my arms around her from behind, hoping to lighten her mood.
“Does my saree look nice? Is it perfect?” she inquired, her eyes searching the mirror, seeking reassurance.
“You're perfect, Jaan,” I replied softly, planting a tender kiss on her cheek. With a playful grin, I added,
“And by the way, the only skill I possess concerning your saree is how to remove it; I couldn’t tell you if it’s perfect or not!” I winked at her, trying to coax a smile.
“Shameless,” she shot back, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she turned to head toward the door.
“Only for you,” I replied, trailing closely behind her, revelling in the playful banter that defined our relationship. As she turned to leave, I knew that no matter what, she would always be perfect in my eyes.
