LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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N i n e  y e a r s  l a t e r,

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T R I S T A N

It's crazy how life can change in the span of such a short time.
How much. . . Happier it can become.
It seems impossible to live a life like this if I look back to my early twenties.
With the two girls in my life, I'm more than privileged to have all of their love and attention. My babies— My sassy daughter and My gorgeous wife.

Aura has finally concluded that I look like a proper creep when I admire, gawk, look, and stare at her mother. My wife.

Nine years. It's been almost nine years since I met my sweetheart. Nine years to when we started our journey with my hate and her non-negotiable efforts to win my heart. Only to end up with me being all smitten with just a sway of her hand. Maybe hips.
Fuck!
I better stop imagining her ass right now. Cause then all I would need is to worship my goddess and fill her with my grandiose, so the only fucking thing that rings in her head is me. And only me.

I look around my daughter's room, which is probably renovated with all the purple and violet designs and princess and Maleficent dark female aesthetics on her room walls and the pin board, there are several Bharatnatyam-related dress codes and pictures of her favourite Indian legendary dancer Rukmini Devi, and the pictures of various facial expressions used in dance. Last year, she insisted on taking us to the Indian classical dance Performance in New Jersey during the festival season.
She has been influenced by all the eye expressions and the play signifying the Hindu epics and mythological dialogues and stories so much that we ended up admitting her to the renowned classical dance school. I'm glad she's learning the culture and her interests step by step.

We shifted to the island last month. Because we had to. Needed to change her school.
She had all the boys of her school smitten over her.
Aurora is a walking siren, I'll tell you.
Even her room walls speak volumes compared to her age.
Her walls read in glittery violet and black pens or probably the decoration is all purplish.
"I attract anything I want effortlessly."
The next one is:
"What belongs to me will simply find me."

"Find me near you?"

"Nerdy brains, warm hearts."

"Culturally smitten."

"Aspire to become my most favourite Dancer."

"My hair, my eyes, my nose, my lips, my voice, my neck, my hands, my legs, my body, my life, literally everything Is perfect. Got that Indian beauty gene."

I nearly choke and laugh at her choice of words. Alara was always like this in her childhood.
Enthusiastic, Bold, smart, witty. Until that prick entered her life. I just hope no VEDAT approaches my Aura. Cause I'd fucking slash their throats, burn their skin and feed their bones remnants to the wild crows and vultures.

But before that, I will make sure no one dares to hurt my Aura. She's just a sweet little girl.
Aura has got Aarna's hair. Long, thick, dark brown.
She has her eyes, greenish grey. Her skin is all dewy and milky white. And the behaviour of my sister and Aarna.
Aurora Violette. That's her name precisely. If need be. Her full name is a blend of my ladies' choices.
Aurora Violette Vanya Rajvansh.

So, to cut it short, everyone in the family has nicknames for her: Aura, V, Viola, Vani, Vanya and so on.
Aurora is given by Aarna. During her pregnancy, we visited Norway, and she was persuaded by Aurora borealis so much that she wanted to borrow that glory, brightness, and natural beauty of the place to our daughter.
Violette by Alara. Cause my sister is obsessed with the violet theme and Vanya by my mother.