"Rohit.." I managed a murmur. I didn't want to say anything, nor did want to hear. But the urge to voice his name was maddening.

"Hira..." with that I felt him pulling me into his arms, with his nose rubbing my crown.

And for the first time, Hira didn't resist her husband and his warmth.

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My trained brain started pulling me from sleep just as the sun peeked out of the horizon. But something is different. Something was poking me sharp at my small back, my legs felt scratchy. But I waxed then just yester evening! Trying to move, yet in a daze, I suddenly realised I am in my work room. God, last night I had slept here only, into Rohit's arms, rather totally engulfed in a body hug. Gosh! And I jolted up the realisation. Shit.

There lied Rohit, in deep slumber, wriggling, thereby scratching my legs with his, and then it caught my attention. Rohit was lying with his 'glorious 'morning glory'', what was poking me at my small back. Oh God! Rubbing my face with my palm, I almost convulsed. What should I do? Should I wake him up, or should I leave silently? My stomach suddenly felt all empty. Moving his legs, I silently moved away.

Rohit, must not know what I saw. I will behave like nothing happened. Cool down, relax Hira. Relax. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.

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"Good morning." He smiled as I passed the coffee mug. A genuine smile, unlike other days. I don't know why I did, but stood behind him boring my eyes into the laptop screen. He has been commenting on some blog. Wait, it isn't some simple commenting, rather a conversation through comments. With, Elle Stella. The same girl who had commented on his profile picture. That 'shamed that you are married' comment! And now it just clicked, I have often seen this girl commenting, and Rohit always replied equal enthusiasm. I gulped.

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"Extra chunk of butter today!" Rohit cackled. "I am impressed. Is it my super manly hug that did the magic?" He winked again. But before I replied, he concentrated back into eating. I did a double take. Where is that Rohit, who used to stay wide eyed, waiting for my every reaction?

In the next thirty minutes he was out for his office. And I, with some unknown power found myself in our bedroom, fidgeting with his personal laptop.

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I do not know where the next six hours flew. I felt myself paralysed. So many realisations drew upon me. Rohit, who are you? I thought I know you. But no, I do not know you. All these years, I have never given a second thought behind your words, but today I feel everything has a second meaning.

Elle Stella you opened my eyes.

Rohit, you opened my eyes.

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