THE IMPERFECT PERFECTIONS

Δ35~𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

  .♡‧₊˚ ☆ .♡ ‧₊ ♡‧₊ ☆ .♡ ☆ .♡‧₊˚ ☆ .♡☆ .♡‧₊˚

Finally, it was Taniya’s turn to get her henna done. She sat in front of the artist, watching as she traced a beautiful vine pattern across her palms, the fragrance of the henna filling the air.

Each swirl, each curve, felt like a reminder of the promises she had made to Aditya, the vows whispered between them under the stars on their wedding day.

The henna artist asked her for her husband’s name, and Taniya blushed as she replied softly, “Aditya.” Just then, the door opened, and there he was—Aditya, standing in the doorway, a smile spreading across his face as he greeted the ladies.

He moved towards Taniya but she quickly pulled her hand over her head

“Why can’t I see it?” he asked, moving toward her further.

Taniya now hid her palms behind her back. “Because it’s not done yet. I’ll show you later,” she said with a playful glint in her eyes.

Aditya smiled and shook his head, his eyes twinkling with affection. He went to their room while Taniya returned to her henna.

When her henna was finally done, Taniya was practically bursting with excitement. She couldn’t wait to show Aditya and ask him to find his name hidden within the intricate design. She rushed toward their room, but when she tried to open the door, she realized she couldn’t—her henna was still wet, and she didn’t want to smudge it.

She looked around, but everyone was busy outside. The hallway seemed empty. Then, she noticed the slightly ajar door to Veer’s room. Though hesitant, she tapped on the door with her elbow.

“Come in,” Veer’s voice called from inside.

Taniya stepped in and saw him sprawled on the bed, a bag of chips in his hand. He looked up, mouth half-full, and went on eating. “Ji bhabhi, aapko kuch chahiye?” he asked.

Taniya didn’t reply at first. Her eyes couldn’t help but follow his hand as it dipped into the bag of chips again. Veer noticed and immediately hid the packet behind his back.

“I’m sorry, bhabhi. I forgot you’re fasting,” he said with an apologetic look.

Taniya chuckled, shaking her head as she snapped out of her thoughts. “It’s okay. Can you help me open the door to our room?”

Veer nodded and quickly followed her out of the room. He opened the door to their room, and Taniya thanked him, using her foot to close it as she stepped inside.

Aditya was sitting on the bed when he saw Taniya enter the room. The moment he spotted her, he stood up, his eyes lighting up, and walked toward her. Without a second thought, Taniya quickly hid her hands behind her back, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Aditya, sensing the playful challenge, gently gripped her upper arms, securing them behind her back, and jerked her closer, causing her chest to collide softly with his. He lowered his face to her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent, feeling her warmth radiate against him.

“How self-contradicting of you, Mrs. Taniya Aditya Singhania,” he murmured, his voice thick with affection. “On one hand, you're fasting for my long life, and on the other, you're killing me with your looks.”

Taniya laughed softly, her heart fluttering as she looked up at him. His gaze held so much warmth, it melted her resolve.

“You look so beautiful in this saree. I wish I could keep you this close to me every day,” he added, his words filled with a tenderness that made her feel like the most cherished woman in the world.