"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 stared at the green lace bra in her hands, tiny lemons embroidered all over the fabric. Heat crept up her cheeks as she closed her eyes for a brief moment.
Her husband had picked out her clothes for the day, even her innerwear. The thought left her feeling strangely flustered.
Since she couldn't put any weight on her injured ankle, Vedant had waited outside the bathroom, ready to carry her back the moment she finished dressing.
Shaking her head with an embarrassed smile, she quickly slipped into the bra, pulled an oversized T-shirt over it, and carefully managed to slide into her pyjamas without putting pressure on her injured foot. She called softly, "Vedant, I'm done."
The bathroom door opened almost immediately.
He stepped inside, his eyes instinctively checking that she was comfortable before bending down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. Without a word, he slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.
He carried her to the living room and carefully settled her onto the couch before placing a pillow beneath her injured leg, adjusting it until he was satisfied she was comfortable.
