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A/N: This was a submission to the 'Challenge 17 - Holiday Stories!' organised by Romance. The prompt was to write a holiday-themed one-shot romance story based around any wintery festivity we celebrate. The prompt used here was 'The clock strikes 12 on New Year's Eve.'
This is an Indian story. The glossary to the common Indian words used in this story is given at the end as well as in the inline comments for your ease. Happy reading! Hope you'll enjoy it! :)
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A New Year, A Renewed Love
(Genre: Romance)
'True love never fades,' they said, but sadly, love never worked that way.
Not even when your lover was right in front of you, hiding underneath a blanket to avoid the piercing rays of sun as he tried to get some more sleep after a late night of work.
True love didn't just die, but it did fade, and Sneha knew that quite well. Anyone would really, after living with the same person for seven years, married and with kids. Living in a joint Indian family didn't help either, regardless of how broadminded her in-laws were. There just always was a distance between her and Nishant, a road blocked by work, kids or other familial duties.
Just like in that moment, when Sneha sat on the edge of the bed, beside Nishant, pulled down the blanket from his face and kissed him awake. "Good morning," she whispered, smiling as her eyes met her husband's warm, dark brown ones, her slow breaths grazing his lips that curved up in a smile too.
Blinking away the sleep, Nishant pulled himself up so his back rested against the bed's headboard and wrapped his arms around his wife, nuzzling his nose against hers in a way that she had always adored. "Morning, darling. This day is going to be just great, because you wok—," his words were cut short by the sound of their three-year-old daughter's sneezing as she slammed open the door and walked inside.
"Mumma, I—," the little girl paused to let out another sneeze and wipe her nose with a small handkerchief as she now stood in front of her mother who was immediately untangled from her father's arms at her arrival.
"Oh, Kavya, you've caught a cold! I told you to not remove your socks but you never listen to Mumma, now do you?" Sneha's motherly instincts took over her entire being. She quickly kneeled on the floor in front of her daughter as she properly wiped the child's nose clean. "Come on, I'll make you a glass of hot milk and then give you some medicine," she said, standing up and leading Kavya out the door, not sparing another glance at her husband in her worried state.
