"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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“Vedant, can I use your laptop?” Shivya asked awkwardly while standing behind him as he combed his hair in front of the vanity mirror.
At the sound of her voice, he slowly stopped moving the comb through his hair and placed the hairbrush on the vanity table before turning around to face her, his expression calm and unreadable as his eyes settled on her hesitant figure.
The moment he looked at her, Shivya felt a wave of doubt rushing through her mind.
Is he going to say no? Maybe he will ask why I want his laptop. I should not have asked at all. I spent the entire night mentally preparing myself to ask him this question, and now that I have finally gathered the courage to say it, what if he refuses or thinks I am interfering with his things?
Her thoughts kept racing rapidly, making her regret opening her mouth in the first place, yet before she could say anything else or try to take her request back, Vedant spoke in a calm and almost puzzled tone.
“Why are you asking me?” he said, looking at her with mild confusion. “You can do whatever you want, so you do not need my permission.”
His response caught her completely off guard, and for a moment Shivya simply stared at him before explaining herself.
“It is your laptop,” she said carefully, choosing her words with hesitation because she did not want to sound disrespectful. “And I do not like touching other people’s belongings without asking them first, but I kind of need to use it, so I thought I should ask you because I did not know if you would mind me touching your things.”
Vedant remained silent for a brief moment while looking at her before slowly straightening his posture and taking a step toward her.
Shivya did not move as he walked closer, yet her breath became slightly uneven when he stopped directly in front of her, leaving barely any space between them, the distance so small that their foreheads would have touched if either of them had leaned forward even slightly.
Bending his face down a little so that it aligned with her height, he spoke again in a quieter tone. “You really do not need my permission.”
His breath brushed lightly against the side of her ear while he spoke, causing Shivya’s fingers to curl into a fist as an unfamiliar sensation spread through her body.
“I definitely would not mind you touching my things,” he continued slowly, his voice carrying a teasing softness. After a brief pause, he added, “Or me.”
Shivya immediately frowned at him, clearly not understanding the implication behind his words. “Why would I want to touch you?” she asked with genuine confusion.
