Ram's POV:

After the day of Sathyannarayana Pooja, Megha went to her parents home after breakfast as a ritual, i mean it was going to be our first night. It would be arranged at her parents home, later in evening i need to go there with some of my relatives.

My heart was beating so fast to even think about that. Soon we went to megha's home and they send me to a room after i changed into my white outfit which i wore in marriage, it's custom to wore our white outfits which we wore in the second half of marriage.

The room was not that big and not too small either. It was a medium sized room. A medium sized bed was placed to one corner of the room opposite to the entrance on another corner. And to the right side of the bed there was door which is open to the balcony. To the left side of the entrance door corner there was another door, might be bathroom. Between the doors of balcony and bathroom , there's a dressing table. And between the entrance and bathroom doors there were cupboards. There were some photographs of megha with family and some other persons i don't know, hanging to the wall between bed and balcony door with fairy lights in between. This must be megha's room. It gives a lovely feeling.

The room was decorated with rose flowers plastered to all the four sides of the room. And bed was decorated with red rose petals making heart shape in between and the rest of the bed decorated with Jasmine flowers. There were few Jasmine flowers randomly spreaded on the floor too.

Author's POV:

While Ram was drowned in his own thoughts, he swung onto his feet when he heard some giggling out of the room. His heart started to beat fast.

On the outside of the room the ladies were teasing megha, saying things like,

"Your husband might be impatient, as he was waiting from almost an hour in the room alone." said Rama aunty, an aunt from mother's side giggling.

"No silly, the wait increases the impact, maybe she won't get sleep tonight." Said Vani aunt from father's side giving a wink to megha.

Megha couldn't stop the blushing. Though she was nervous and giddy about all this, she can't help but hide her face hugging her best friend.

"Oy oy look at that blush on her cheeks, she is like a ripened tomato just by hearing about her husband, what happens when she would be near him, would she even let him look at her face with all this shyness." Exclaimed her neighbour aunty Suma.

"Okay ladies! Stop teasing my friend, they will do whatever they want and it's none of our business. Although for something to happen, you need to let her go to her beloved husband first." Said madhu narrowing her eyes to all the ladies. Though it seems like she is defending her, megha felt like she is also teasing her. And it was confirmed when she saw the mischievous glint in her best friend's eyes.

"Okay Mrs.Ram don't forget to make me aunt in an year. And tell annayya (annayya means brother, here madhu referring Ram as her brother) as my words that, handle my best friend with care." She winked and giggled while all the other ladies were laughed. Megha just glared at her idiotic friend.

Ram was hearing all these from the inside of the door. His lips were slightly curved upwards indicating that he was happy. But the happiness soon replaced by nervousness when the door opened revealing an angel in white saree with a glass of milk in her hands.

"Ohho annayya, you seem to be waiting for your wife, please hold your horses. Oh no! How can I be an aunt if you hold them. Just slow down your horses a little bit and handle her gently. She's all yours for the lifetime." Teased madhu looking at the standing posture of ram.

Ram got stunned by the out front comment and his ears turned pink in embarrassment. He looked at himself and he truly seems desperate standing at the bed facing megha.

All the ladies giggled hearing madhu.

"Don't forget to take a breath while workout." Madhu teased again with a wink going out of the room closing the door behind her leaving megha in the room beside door. Megha was giving a competition to Strawberry with her cheeks in embarrassment.

Now only those two were in the room. The room was filled with silence, but not an uncomfortable one, rather an anticipation and nervousness takes place in the room.

Megha waited few minutes for ram to invite her to him, or rather for him to approach her. But much to her disappointment he was standing at the same place. So megha turned around and locked the bolt of the door. She slowly started to walk towards ram with nervousness.

While these all things were happening, Ram was completely on another wave length. He was checking out his wife with astonishment. His wife was standing before him wearing a white saree with some jewellery. She adorned her long wavy braided hair with Jasmine garlands. She has a glass in her hands which is full of milk. She was looking like an angel sent from heavens. Her thumb pads were rubbing constantly on the glass in her hands indicating her nervousness. Her cheeks were adorned with natural blush. Looking at her Ram's breath hitched in his throat. Her bossoms were raising and falling heavily in rhythm indicating her heart also beating fast. Her slender arms were looking more beautiful with gorintaku(gorintaku means mehendi or henna) which was in deep red shade.

He saw her turning back and bolting the door, but nothing is registering in his mind as he was busy with looking at her waist from back side, it makes a perfect slant and flowy on both sides, like even if he just tried to place a hand on it, it would be landed on her hip. When she was walking towards him she was nothing but a seductress.

All the while she was looking at the ground. At the moment all he wanted was to see the face of goddess that was infront of him for once, just for once. As she were listening to his thoughts she came to stand before him and lift her head.

Ram sucked a breath looking at the beauty infront of him.

The kumkum(vermillion) on the hair partition of her forehead is the proof that the divine beauty infront of him was his, everything about her is his only.

Her eyes were looking into his eyes as they want to read his soul. He just wants to look into her eyes for his lifelong. She wore katuka (kajal) to her eyes making them appear more bigger and beautiful both.

Her ears were looking like a divine conch. They were making him want to pull them lightly with his teeth.

The nape of her neck is tempting him to take it into his large and rough palm and gave wet kisses all over.

Her neck was so beautiful and milky that he wanted to give some hickeys as a mark that it belongs to him.

That pointed nose was adorned with a mukkupudaka (nose ornament which is like a gold stud on her right side of the nose) which wants him to caress it with his lips.

Her cheeks were blushed with the natural blush with a little baby fat in those cheeks. He want to squeeze and pinch those cheeks so much with his hands.

Finally her lips, the plump lips which were shining with the lipbalm. The smell of the lipbalm is messing with his brain. He liked it. But not much than her lips. They were looking so inviting. He want to take that lower lip of hers in between his teeth.

He couldn't control his thoughts anymore so he let out a slow breath with puffed cheeks. She closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head opening them. She raised her eyebrows as asking something but he can't understand what was that. As he looked at her lips they were moving like she was talking something but his ears were seeming to took a long trip to Himalayas for sometime so he can't hear anything and it seems like his brain also not working that he doesn't seem to register anything she was talking, he was looking at her lips to kiss them with fervor.

When these are going through Ram's brain, on the opposite side megha was also checking him out.

When she lift her head to look at him, the first she notice was how tall he is, she barely reached his shoulders, heck, when she looked straight without lifting her head, she can only come face to face to his chest which was raising and falling uncontrollably due to his rugged breath.

When she was looking upwards slowly she looked at his broad shoulders, the thin shirt doesn't do any effort to hide his muscular body. His shoulders were giving the aura of strength around him. His arms were looking like they can be bulge out of that thin fabric at anytime. She could definitely say that he might have six pack underneath that shirt. Though she ever saw him in only white shirts she can always admire him more than the last time.

When she lift her gaze a little bit above she saw the Adam apple which was tempting her to kiss it. So she tried to avert her gaze from his bulging Adam apple and tried to look at his face. He has light stubble on his face, looking like he trimmed his beard. The feeling of his beard on her face and body gives happy shivers through out her body.

Her consciousness reminded her to not to be a pervert as they didn't even know each other. Though she agreed with her mocking inner self, she couldn't help but to admire her husband from this much closer for the first time.

So she looked a little bit up and found his lips, only his lower lip was on display as his upper lip was covered with his moustache. He always like men with moustache, his moustache was twirled up at each ends making him more manly. Then comes his nose just a little bit up and it was looking so cute that she wanted to kiss the tip of his nose. After that she finally found what she was looking for all the time, his eyes.

Those eyes which were captivating her heart from the first time she laid eyes on him. They snatched the sleep from megha's eyes. Those eyes were the first thing that claimed their place in her both conscious and unconscious mind by bewitching her. They were adorned with the old style thick round black glasses as always. Don't know why! she always felt those glasses increase the handsomeness to his face. He never saw anyone who could carry glasses while looking this hot. When she was indulged in his thoughts he let out a slow breath with puffed cheeks. His minty breath fanning her face. She closed her eyes to feel his breath and his musky scent which engulfed around her. She felt overwhelmed with all these foreign feelings and shook her head to get out of these thoughts. And nervously showed him the milk glass in her hands raising her eyebrows a little bit. As he didn't respond she asked him 'milk' with words, but still he didn't respond.

But as she looked at him, he seems to be in another world.

So she asked again with waving her hands on his face.

Then he came to earth and took the glass from her handsp. He was just looking at the glass as assessing what should he do with that.

"It's for us do drink." She told him with a little laugh.

"Oh yeah! Right." Saying he gulped down the milk like it's water, he placed the glass on the table besides the bed and excused himself to the bathroom.

She was just looking at him shocked, as he didn't share the milk with her. (It's a custom to drink the milk half and half. It tells that the wife and husband should share the burdens, happiness, decisions, all the good and bad should share half and half. It tells us to be each others strength and each others weaknesses too).

As to not wanting to break the tradition she drank the last few drops that were left in the glass and placed it back in its place while waiting for her husband.

But her husband's was another story in the bathroom. He was pacing back and forth wondering how could he lose himself like that. He felt embarrassed of his act. But he also felt happy that she is his wife and nothing wrong in ogling 'his wife'. He was so confused right now.

Finally he decided to control himself till he tell her his past. He went out of the bathroom in determination.

But can he really do that, after all the night is still young.