Untold Tale of Indian Wife

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Mrinalini's bosom rose and fell with each passing interval. Her patience wearing thin with anticipation. Her eyes shifted in uneasiness hither and thither. Her hands clammy and strands of hair cascaded down and caressing her damped cheeks.

Her lips chapped from hot winds current. Summer of the year
arrived, bothered and discontent by sizzling summer. Her only desire was unveiled her face and fanned herself to have some relaxation.

Raghuvendra peeped inside and his mind registered that Mrinalini is alone so he made a beeline in her direction and his expression saddened when his face examined her bothered layer. He hurried off and brought "Pankhi" ( Traditional fan made by fibres )

Mrinalini was occupied in her work that she didn't recognised babyish scent in air. Her eyes suddenly shifted in astonishment when sweat trailing down on her face provided her chilly sensations.

Her eyes flicked upward and her eyes glinted with thankfulness when she saw his tiny fist, swaying back and forth to let fanned her face. Her heart swelled up with immense rapture and graceful smile danced on her lips.

Then after summoning her strength.
She moves with a quiet determination, her bare feet pattering against the cool marble floor as she navigates the sweltering household.

The summer sun beats down relentlessly outside, casting a golden glow through the windows and highlighting the tiny beads of sweat that trickle down her forehead.

Her worn cotton sari, a deep shade of indigo, clings to her damp skin as she expertly juggles multiple tasks. With one hand, she stirs the simmering lentils on the stove top, filling the air with the comforting aroma of dal.

As she works, the faint scent of sandalwood and turmeric wafts from her skin, mingling with the pungent smell of onions and garlic emanating from the kitchen. Her dark hair, tied back in a loose braid.

Despite the heat and the never-ending chores, her face radiates a sense of calm and contentment. Her hands mid freeze when she heard cough. She moved her head in that sound. Her heart lightly trembled when she saw Shubhankar.

His stood lean and tall, Mrinalini side glanced when she watched everyone flying out. Silently passing few moments to newly wed couple.

Her brows furrowed as he never came there. Dismissing that fact, she adjusted her ghoonghat and politely pushed her question "Do you want something ?"

Shubhankar face neutrally masked, He lowered his head to move inside as.

The act of bowing down to enter the kitchen was also seen as a way to cultivate humility and gratitude for the food being prepared.

For a fleeting moment, he stood there then he extended his hand. Her gaze flicked down and confusingly she met his eyes when she saw coconut.

Shubhankar in swift move plop down.
His finger made gesture which asked her to do the same. Bewilderment washed over her nevertheless she sat beside him.

Noiselessly his fingers curled around knife and with that he pierced  that fruit. Cautiously he poured out water from it and poured in copper glass.

Fresh yet chilly coconut water gleamed in glass. He grasped glass and pushed it towards her. Mrinalini hesitated however accepted it.