Blueprints of Love

47. Adjusting to Married Life

Returning to Mumbai after their whirlwind wedding felt surreal for Savi. She stood in the doorway of their apartment, taking it all in—the familiar space she had lived in for years, now shared with Rajat. Though the honeymoon had been a dream, it was time to adjust to the rhythm of everyday life as husband and wife. Rajat had moved in temporarily while they figured out the logistics of splitting time between Paris and Mumbai, so his things were scattered everywhere—suitcases, shoes, and jackets lying around as if claiming his place in her world.

Savi glanced over at Rajat, who was busy unpacking one of his bags in the bedroom. He caught her watching him and flashed her a grin. "Don't worry, I'm not turning the place into a disaster zone. Just trying to find room for my stuff."

She crossed her arms, smirking. "I'm not worried... yet. But seriously, where are you going to fit everything? You're still half-living in Paris."

Rajat shrugged, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Guess we'll have to make do. Or we could just buy a bigger apartment here. Something with more closet space?"

Savi rolled her eyes. "Always the problem solver. But no, we're not buying a bigger apartment. Not yet, anyway." She paused, glancing at the clutter. "We'll figure it out. I'm used to having things my way, but... now we're in this together."

He straightened up, walked over to her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. "We'll figure everything out, Savi. This is just the beginning."

Their first days of living together were a mixture of excitement and small adjustments. Despite having known each other for years, sharing a home revealed quirks they hadn't anticipated. Savi was used to living alone, so having Rajat in her space—his shoes lying in odd corners, his shirts draped over the chair—was a new experience. On the flip side, Rajat wasn't used to Savi's penchant for keeping the AC on full blast at night.

It was their third night back in Mumbai, and Rajat was already comfortably nestled in bed. The AC hummed in the background, set at his ideal temperature of 18 degrees Celsius. Wrapped up in the blanket, he stretched luxuriously and glanced over at Savi, who had just come out of the shower, her hair damp and messy.

Savi slipped under the covers, immediately flinching as the cold air hit her skin. "Are we trying to recreate the Himalayas here?" she grumbled, pulling the blanket tightly around him.

Rajat chuckled. "It's not that cold. This is just the right temperature for sleeping."

"Right for who? Eskimos?" Savi shot back, reaching for the AC remote.

Rajat narrowed his eyes. "You won't get the remote, Kitty."

Savi grinned, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Come on, Rajat. It's freezing. How do you even sleep like this?"

"Easily," he quipped, "because I'm not a baby about a little chill." He tucked himself deeper into the covers, smugly closing his eyes.

Savi stared at him for a moment, then slyly leaned over and grabbed the remote from the bedside table. With a triumphant smile, she raised the temperature to 23 degrees.

The beep of the AC panel made Rajat's eyes snap open. "What. Did. You. Just. Do?" he asked, his tone low.

"I fixed it," Savi said innocently, settling back against the pillows. "You'll thank me when you don't wake up with frostbite."

Rajat sat up, glaring. "Twenty-three degrees? Savi, that's practically summer."

"You call that summer?" she retorted, laughing. "Rajat, you're ridiculous."

He grabbed the remote back, mashing the button until the display showed 18 again. "There. Fixed."

"Oh, no you don't," Savi said, lunging for the remote.