Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 Even amidst celebrations, duty and mysteries refuse to rest. ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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The night before was a whirlwind of exhaustion and quiet relief. The men will be men saga ended with Adhiraj and his band of boys going about their bachelor party business. I don't know what came over me, but I let it go. Let them be, the voices in my head whirred. But those "servicing" lady waiters? Oh, the audacity! You've got to be kidding me! Luckily for everyone, my dear devar Rithvik, with his perpetually angelic face and mouth that worked faster than his brain, spilled the beans. Men will be men but hello; we ladies are no less.
I didn't make a scene last night. Frankly, I didn't have the strength. After arriving at the Singhaniya mansion, I was barely functioning. My bones felt like they had been crushed, my legs were like jelly, and every part of me ached from the stormy first night that Adhiraj and I had together. He did have his moments of tenderness later...massaging oil into my back and applying ointment so patiently that I could not help but have a lump in my throat. Yet the soreness reminded me of the way that we had devoured one another with our passion.
By the time I staggered into the room, I threw myself onto the bed. The moment my head touched the pillow, sleep captured me. If anyone knocked or called, I didn't hear it. But now, at the first rays of the morning sun, I found myself awake again.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. My body was still sore, but it was now manageable. The mehendi ceremony was today, and I was cognisant of the fact that I would hardly have any rest after all the activities that were to come. First, with one hand. I reached toward the table to pick up my phone. My eyes squinted for full vision until they read the message; "Come quickly!" From a librarian. The house would soon be ringing with laughter, chatter, the clinking of bangles. Yet before I get myself submerged in the merriment, I had something to attend to.
Two weeks ago, I had reached out to librarian, asking about any new information? But she denied. She had promised to be in-touch with me. But life and its chaos got in the way. Now, with Tanishk's wedding taking up all my attention, this morning felt like the only opportunity to find out atleast something.
Without waking Adhiraj, who was still sprawled on the bed with his arm draped over my side of the mattress, I got up quietly. I chose a simple but elegant saree, my movements slow to avoid aggravating the soreness that still lingered between my thighs. Wrapping the fabric around me and securing it with practiced ease, I slipped on a pair of comfortable sandals and headed out after lingering gently kiss on my husband's forehead.
The morning had begun with a serene quietness, the kind that only early risers were lucky enough to experience in a bustling household like the Singhaniya mansion. I found myself seated at the breakfast table, a simple spread of poha, toast, and tea in front of me.
The aroma of fresh coriander and lemon wafted through the air as I quietly took my first bite. The mehendi ceremony would soon begin, and the house would transform into a carnival of laughter, music, and the endless chatter of relatives.
