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Aishwarya POV

He had fallen asleep in no time and I tried to concentrate on getting ready.

I added all the necessary pieces of jewellery. The armlets, the golden bangles, the rings, the necklace, the chain, the headpiece and everything a married woman should wear. A nose ring too.

After wearing those, I silently moved my hand back to braid my hair.

I braided my hair and pushed my braid back.

I inhaled a deep breath and looked at him sleeping peacefully. Still.

A slight smile appeared on my face looking at him. Now, he was seeming at peace.

The sensations that had built in me now have faded away but there was a slight burning in my core. Maybe with the hair removal or maybe because of what happened before.

But, It was not menstruation. I had checked a thousand times.

And, I only feel this whenever we come close and something happens between us.

And, strangely it was feeling good and crazy.

The thought of taking out his clothes crossed my mind and I immediately walked towards his clothes trunk without giving it any second thought.

I took out a white pair of kurta and lower for him and a matching maroon overcoat.

I took out a matching shawl and turban for him too.

After that, I sorted out his rings and ornaments.

The bright rays of the sun fell into the chamber and he visibly stiffened with it.

"Hukum,"

I tried to call him in a slow voice and he did not move even an inch.

"Hukum,"

I called again, louder this time and he inhaled a deep breath.

His hand moved forward towards me lazily and I took my hand forward to him confusingly.

He held my hand and I felt him slowly pulling me closer to him and making me sit on his knees.

He wrapped his hand around my waist and I lowered my gaze to his middle part which was covered with the towel.

It was not hard and long now. Where did it go?

I gulped.

It was strange.

I saw him opening his eyes lazily and looking at me.

His fingers were feeling warm around my skin and I saw him leaning in closer.

"Thank you, Aishwarya,"

He muttered in a slow voice and I felt his other hand gently cupping my cheek.

His fingers were feeling warm and I tried to ask.

"Are you okay?"

He nodded and kissed my cheek lovingly.

"Yes, more than okay. Thank you so much,"

He muttered and kissed my cheek again.

"You are not incapable of understanding, Aishwarya. You are the most understanding person I have ever met. You are so beautiful,"

He said and I felt a strong shiver running down my spine.

"You think?"

I asked immediately considering the way I was looking and he nodded lazily.

"I do,"

He muttered huskily and kissed me again.

Was he half sleeping?

Was he joking?

I was certainly not looking beautiful. Never does.

I chuckled a little and he lifted his gaze and looked at me.

"You do not trust me, do you?"

He asked slowly and I felt him wrapping his arms around me lovingly and bringing me close in his embrace for a loose and warm hug.

My head tilted sidewards a little and my fingers wrapped around his shoulder.

I felt his lips kissing me below my ear and a wave of light sensations rolled down my nerves.

"Someday you will know that I do not lie,"

He said huskily and I chuckled.

"Hukum, you should get ready or we will get late,"

I said and he lazily pulled back and pressed his back against the chair's back.

He gulped looking at me and I silently stood up from his knees.

I could see his eyes watching me from top to down through the mirror and I felt slightly conscious of how I was looking.

Maroon attire, golden jewellery, tiny waist and slim arms. I inhaled a deep breath and our gaze met through the mirror.

He smiled looking at me and I felt insanely timid. The moments of a few times ago were constantly playing in my head. His naked stomach, those lines, his puffing chest, the wetness, his hot and wild breaths. It was like in the moment his whole life was dependent on it. Like, he had lost his sense, like he was not caring about his nakedness, me or anything else but wanted that rubbing or massage, I should say.

I gulped at the thought and lowered my gaze.

"Ummm, Hukum, I should wait for you outside,"

I sucked on my lips.

"You should get ready,"

I finished and took a step forward to leave but before I could walk out. I felt his hand holding mine. My heartbeats raced a little and I turned back to look at him. His hand firmly yet gently holding my forearm, careful enough to not touch my bangles and break them.

"You have seen enough, you do not have to leave,"

He said with a shy smile and I could see his cheeks turn red.

I gulped nervously and nodded lightly.

"Ji,"

I saw him standing up from the chair and lowered my gaze as I was feeling a tightness in my stomach. 

He wrapped the towel around his waist and I lifted my gaze to look at him. 

The sunrays falling on his shoulder were making me feel hot in my cheeks and suddenly my sight fell on a slight bright scratch on his shoulder.

I immediately lowered my gaze and looked at my nails. The two centimetres nails did that. I should cut them.

"What happened?"

He asked and I immediately lifted my gaze up and looked at him, hiding my nails in a fist.

"Nothing, nothing, all good,"

I tried to say and saw him slipping the kurta lower. My eyes only widened to see how handsome he was looking in a fresh white one.

He was tying the knots of his kurta over his chest and he said.

"Thank you so much for taking out my clothes. But you do n-,"

"I know I do not have to do it, I know you can do it, but, please, doing it will not harm me,"

I cut him off and he chuckled.

"Ah, hamara bacha bolne lag gaya hai,"

"Oh, my baby started to speak,"

I laughed and felt timid in my cheeks.

"So, what are your sisters like?"

He asked pushing his arms into his overcoat and I stood up from the chair.

"Like women,"

I said and he chuckled all of a sudden.

I did not know but suddenly the air was light between us.

I held the overcoat and started to smoothen it while his fingers worked on the cuff.

My eyes looked at his neck and I gulped a little while lowering my gaze to the strings of his overcoat.

"You know that is not what I meant to ask. I mean, are they rich, intelligent or what?"

He asked and I looked at my fingers working on tying the hem of his overcoat together.

"Um, they are rich, obviously more than Songarh. You know what happens is the marriage of seven sisters, the whole treasure of my father got empty,"

"Oh,"

He muttered tucking a loose strand behind my ear.

"And, they are intelligent and certainly have their way with communication. And, they are beautiful. You know..."

I took a pause as I did not know how to say that.

"Go on,"

He said and my fingers halted on his chest.

"You know, Hukum, how beautiful women are perceived and persuaded. They always have an edge when it comes to being heard, spoken and considered. While, we, I mean, the ones who are not beautiful have to prove our ways and there are still no guarantees that people will listen, to or consider you,"

I said and gulped a little.

"And?"

He questioned and I inhaled a deep breath.

"And, they have the advantage, they seem to have a loving husband and they talk so lovely about them. It is great,"

I said and I felt him touching my chin.

"Alright,"

He said with a wide smile.

"There are a few things that you will have to say when they ask you a certain question,"

He said and I confusingly looked at him.

"What questions?"

He inhaled a deep breath and looked at me.

"So, if they will ask you how are things between us, you know, kind of cheap way or something you find awkward, you will have to say that I do not let you sleep the whole night,"

He said and I thinned my brows.

"What? But, you let me sleep the whole night, comfortably and do not let me do anything,"

He gulped and pouted.

"Just say what am I asking you, alright?"

He said with a slow smile and I felt confused and thinned my brows.

"Why? I do not lie,"

I said in my defence and he took a step closer. He looked into my eyes and lifted his left brow.

"So, do you want me to keep you awake all night or you are going to lie?"

He asked and I snapped.

"Alright, you keep me awake all night,"

I said and looked at me.

I did not know why was he making me say all of these.

"And, if they ask...,"

He continued and my eyes widened.

There is more.

"...if you know, I like you or love you and -- you know how much I love your appearance you will have to say I love your appearance and... and.... a... I mean, you know... kissed you... on the... ever... every..."

"Every inch of my body,"

I completed it for him and gulped nervously.

"Yes, got it?"

He asked and I looked at him sharply.

"But, Hukum, you did not and I do not know why do I have to lie?"

I asked and he thinned his brows and scratched his eyebrow a little.

He suddenly took a step closer and I took a step back. My back pressed against the table as he hovered over me.

"So, you want me to kiss every inch of your body when places of it are burning with the sugar syrup?"

He asked and my eyes widened with shock. The voice hung in my throat and I felt the heat rolling up to my cheeks and making me blink silently and nervously.

I gulped and swallowed and lowered my gaze. The mere imagination of his lips...

No, No, No!

"Alright, I understand,"

I said and he smiled.

"Good,"

I lifted my gaze.

"So, Hukum, if a husband likes or loves his wife, he kisses her everywhere?"

I tried to ask and a short pause of silence followed.

I felt his finger on my chin and I saw his lips leaning in closer and brushing against my lips.

"A lot more than that,"

He said and I could feel my lips trembling beneath his feathery touch.

"Like?"

I questioned and he came even closer.

"Like kissing you, touching you, loving you, keeping you close in my arms the whole night and day, not letting you go, not letting you fall asleep, making you laugh, making you feel alive, making you feel like you are the one, only one and claiming you,"

He said in a slow voice and I could feel getting weak in my knees.

"Claiming you?"

I asked and he smiled and bit on his lower lip a little.

"Like making you the mother of my children,"

He said and I lowered my gaze.

"Oh,"

That I was working on already.

"So, I have to say all these things if they ask about our relationship? Like we are happy?"

I asked and he nodded.

"Yes, and you can add whatever you want,"

He said and gently kissed my lips for a moment before taking a step back.

"So, if I lie you will not do all those things for me?"

I asked and suddenly I felt how that question sounded.

A wide smile appeared on his face and I shook my head.

"Ah, I mean, I mean, I do not lie, so if I lie, I will be rotten in hell and I do not want that,"

I tried to say and he chuckled.

"Aishwarya, we have got a whole life to make all these lies true,"

He said and suddenly I felt a strong shiver run down my spine.

A whole life?

A whole life as in growing up with him, having babies, taking care of them and then growing old.

I had never thought about it. Like the way, he just simply summarized it in three words. A Whole Life.

I lowered my gaze and saw him slipping his footwear and his rings and other accessories and I also grabbed my dupatta and wrapped it around like I usually do.

I looked at both of us in the mirror and he smiled.

"What would a perfect couple portrait look like?"

He asked and I inhaled a deep breath and looked at him in the mirror behind him. My head was slightly over his shoulder and his hand was on my waist. His chin was close to my head and I smiled.

"Like us,"

I finished.

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