Their Married Life

PATI DEV

Manasa POV

I stirred gently in my sleep, my lashes fluttering open as the soft morning light crept into the room. For a second, I blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, disoriented until I felt the slow, steady rhythm of someone breathing beside me.

My heart skipped.

Turning my head ever so slightly, I found him, my husband, sleeping beside me, his features calm and boyish in slumber. His arm was wrapped around my waist, holding me close, protectively. My heart melted at the sight.

I placed my hand over his, letting my fingers tangle with his lightly, smiling to myself at the quiet intimacy of it all. So this is what it feels like... to be held like this. Safe. Warm. Wanted.

A part of me had imagined this moment a thousand times, but nothing came close to the feeling of his chest rising and falling beside me, or the way his touch made my world fall still.

I turned slightly, my face nestling into his chest, breathing in his faint scent, which was something like sandalwood and comfort, and I let myself melt further into his embrace, staying curled up just like that.

For the first time, I didn't just feel married.

I felt... home.

Smiling to myself, with my heart full and my body wrapped in the quiet warmth of him, I closed my eyes again, letting sleep take me once more.

I felt something far gentler, his hand, warm and slow, rubbing soft circles on my back.

I blinked my eyes open, still half-asleep, only to be greeted by the most beautiful sight: my husband leaning in close with a boyish grin stretched across his face. The golden morning light streamed through the curtains, falling perfectly on his features, making him look almost unreal.

"Good morning, Madamji," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and affection.

"Good morning... Pati Dev," I replied, dragging out the last word with a playful smile.

His grin widened. "See? I was born to be your Pati Dev. That's why my parents named me Dev. It was destiny. We were meant to be."

I laughed and lightly swatted his chest. "You would've been someone else's Pati Dev if you'd married someone else, so what's so special about us, hmm?"

He leaned in, his voice softening. "What's special," he whispered, brushing his knuckles gently along my cheek, "is that in this lifetime, I'm only your Pati Dev, Madamji. Only yours."

My heart skipped, and I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. God, how does he manage to be such a flirt and still make it sound so sincere?

"Too cheesy, Mister," I whispered, trying to hide my smile.

"And yet you're still blushing," he teased, pulling me closer until I was tucked perfectly in his arms, right where I belonged.

"Accha, come on now, let's get ready. I don't want to be called lazy on my very first day here," I whispered, attempting to wriggle out of his warm embrace.

But instead of letting go, he tightened his arms around me and buried his face deeper into my hair, his breath sending tiny shivers across my skin.

"Let's just stay like this a little longer," he murmured against my hair, his voice low and sleepy, laced with affection.

Before I could respond, a knock on the door interrupted our quiet moment.

"Bhaiya! Bhabhi! Time to get up!" his cousin Sakshi's chirpy voice called out from outside.

"Yes, Sakshi! Just a minute!" I called back, trying not to laugh as I tapped his back gently.

He slowly pulled away, his hair tousled, eyes half-open, and that irresistible pout playing on his lips.

My heart melted instantly. My adorable bacha. I thought with a smile, and without thinking, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

His eyes sparkled as a soft smile tugged at his lips as if I had just made his morning perfect.

I slipped out of bed, gently brushing the scattered rose petals from my saree, and made my way to the washroom to freshen up.

When I stepped out, wrapped in a soft bathrobe, a smile played on my lips as I saw Dev sitting at the foot of the bed, completely absorbed in scrolling through Instagram reels, looking effortlessly adorable.

"Go now, it's your turn," I said softly.

He looked up, grinned, and obediently set his phone aside before heading into the washroom.

While he was away, I quickly got ready, draped myself in a red saree, and towel-dried my damp hair. Standing in front of the mirror, I applied a delicate stroke of sindoor along the parting of my hair. It felt strange at first... new. But as I stared at my reflection, it somehow looked just right.

Just then, Dev stepped out in a baby pink shirt paired with cream trousers. He looked effortlessly handsome, the cool tones complementing his warm skin and boyish charm.

"Looking beautiful, wifey," he said with a playful smile, making my cheeks flush as red as my saree.

"Thank you, hubby," I replied with a playful bow.

He came to stand beside me at the mirror, combing his hair with ease, then applied a touch of lotion before turning to me with a smile.

"Ready?"

I nodded, adjusting a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Let's go then," he said, holding out his hand.

I slipped my fingers into his, our palms fitting perfectly, and together, we stepped out.

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