"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles.
"Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again...
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Shivya blinked once, then twice, and then a third time, still lying on top of him. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. The way he was looking into her eyes made her strangely nervous, as if the world around them had suddenly grown too quiet.
Instead of loosening her grip on his wrist, she tightened it. At the same moment, a soft gust of wind blew across them, pushing loose strands of her hair over his face. For a second, the strands brushed against his cheek and lips.
Shivya tried to move away, but her body refused to cooperate no matter how hard she tried. She was nervous, but not the kind of nervousness that made her break into a cold sweat.
Instead, a strange tingling sensation ran through her body-especially in the places where his hand was in contact with her skin. It felt unfamiliar yet oddly comforting.
"Vedant," she whispered slowly, pushing the strands of hair away from her face while giving him a nervous smile.
He simply hummed in response, still lost somewhere in his own thoughts, as if he had forgotten that she was even speaking to him.
"Kya soch rahe hain aap?" she asked softly.
"I want to stay like this forever," he murmured absentmindedly. "You smell so good that I think I've forgotten how normal breathing works. At this point, I'm pretty sure my lungs have decided they prefer inhaling you instead of oxygen."
He said it in such a dazed tone that he didn't even realize what he had just confessed out loud. Shivya's eyes widened instantly, as if she had just seen a ghost.
She quickly tried to get up from him, and his hand slipped away from her waist the moment he realized what he had said. "I... I mean-Oh fuck... sorry, Sona," he stammered, completely flustered.
Meanwhile, Shivya was still trying to push herself up, but before she could properly balance herself, she slipped and fell right back onto him with a dull thud.
Vedant immediately shut his eyes tightly, trying his best to control himself and resist the instinctive urge to hold her again.
"I just like the way you smell. No-no, that sounds so wrong right now," he rambled nervously. "I mean... I was only saying that your shampoo smells nice. Yeah. That's what I meant. It's the shampoo."
The more he spoke, the worse it sounded, and he seemed painfully aware of it. Shivya stared at him for a moment, watching him stumble over his own explanation and then she burst out laughing.
Seeing him so completely flustered was something she had never expected. She laughed without a single care in the world. It wasn't a soft laugh but it was loud, carefree and the not feminine type of laugh according to society.
Still laughing, she leaned forward and rested her head against his chest without even realizing it.
Vedant, who only a few minutes ago had been stumbling over his own words, now found himself smiling quietly as he glanced at her.
