ENCHANTED - BY INNOCENCE (ongoing)

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Guys, I put the meme about Pritham in the previous chapter to get more engagement lol....but could also be foreshawdowing who knows....

Anyway this chapter ias 3400+ words and ends with a question so make sure you read till the end.

Love you all, have a very happy new year!

Hopefully this book crosses 500K before new year and somehow makes it to top 10 today and tmr ❤️

Target for next chapter: 1410 votes and 750 comments

*** Vinod ***

I blinked my eyes as the sun rays fell on my face and the first thing I did was to turn and look at my beautiful wife, peacefully sleeping on my chest, her breath soft and even, with a few strands falling on her face.

I gently brushed them away, tucking them behind her ear, and kissed her on the forehead.

"It's morning, my sunshine," I whispered softly.

"Tsk," she mumbled, slightly annoyed, and adjusted herself to avoid the sunlight, burying her face deeper into my chest.

"Or not," I muttered with a smile at her cute reluctance.

Not morning for her, but definitely morning for me. 

General sir would kill me if I were late!

I carefully held her hand, still clasping onto my shirt, and gently freed it, pausing as the memory of our beautiful love from last night warmed my heart.

"Rest well," I murmured, kissing the back of her hand before slipping out of bed. I moved slowly, making sure not to disturb her sleep, and grabbed a pillow to place near her face, shielding her from the sunlight.

I then stood up, closed the curtains, and quickly got ready for the day.

After dressing, I returned to the bedroom, hopeful she might have woken up, but she was still lost in her dreams, her peaceful expression untouched.

I might have tired her out too much last night. My mistake!

Heading to the kitchen, I decided to prepare something for her. I couldn't cook, but I didn't want her to wake up hungry or have to cook for herself. I chopped a few fruits, arranged them neatly in a bowl, and placed it on the bedside table along with a glass of water and her special herbal drink, that can help her avoid pregnancy should she choose.

Now....how do I tell her to not strain herself with the cooking?

I thought about leaving her a note, grabbing a piece of paper to write that I'd be back soon with breakfast, but halfway through, I remembered she couldn't read and put the paper down with a sigh as a momentary thought crossed my mind....are some of our traditions dumb?

But again, if they are dumb, people would be contradicting it, atleast those pesky intellectuals would....like they did with many other traditions....I should probably stop thinking and focus on the task at hand.

"My love," I whispered softly as I gently stroked her head.

"Hmm," she murmured sleepily.

"Don't stress yourself with cooking," I said, leaning in closer. "I'll be back with breakfast and lunch."

"Hmm," she whispered again, still half-asleep.

I hesitated for a moment, tempted to wake her properly to make sure she grasps my words, but her peaceful face made me pause. I leaned down and kissed her forehead again before quietly leaving the room.