15.01.2025

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"Want a slice?" Shahneel asked as she held the mango in front of you.

"You know that I hate mangoes," you told her while examining the most recent design in your sketchbook.

The two of you sat in your cabin for lunch and your sister-in-law was suddenly craving sweet mangoes. The ones you specifically hated.

"It doesn't hurt to try," she suggested and held a decent sized slice of mango in front of you.

"No will do."

"For your sweet sister-in-law?"

"Nope," you replied without looking.

"Shubi's qualities are rubbing off on you," she said and just when she was about to move her hand away, you looked up.

Hmm, nice color.

You thought for a while, mentally shrugging before speaking again. "Just one."

"Just one," Shahneel confirmed, beaming as you finally agreed to at least taste it.

What's the worst that could happen? You thought as you bit from the mango slice given to you.

"Wait," you stopped chewing and turned your head to look at her. "They're actually nice."

"I know, right!" Shahneel exclaimed.

Finally! You've understood how precious they are.

"Oh, gawd," you mumbled before getting another slice from her. "I can't believe I was so judgemental about them."

"Now you know," she sighed happily before you grabbed the entire mango from her.

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"I think they're actually delicious," you went on about the day's happenings.

"Not more than you," Shubman replied from the shower.

You turned your head to look at his figure through the steamed glass doors, checking him out for a while before giving your own reply.

"Or you," you said and placed the face wash on the countertop.

Shahneel recommended it and you seemed to want to explore more these days.

You washed your face in the sink, just in your bathrobe after stepping out of the shower a little earlier than your husband.

Though you didn't see him, you heard him turn the shower off before stepping out.

This was followed by his arms wrapping around your waist from behind.

All while water ran down your elbows as you washed your face.

It happens all the time.

Once you were done, you grabbed the towel you'd place on the counter just earlier, wiping your face and arms with it.

"Hey," you mumbled as Shubman buried his face in your neck.

He hummed in response, the sound reverberating through your skin, heating it up before he kissed it.

"You taste like chocolate," he whispered against your neck. Sweet. Addictive. Made him want to bite-

"Chocolate?" You perked up. "But it's a wine face wash."

You checked the pack immediately and did not find cocoa mentioned among the ingredients.

Shubman chuckled a bit and you took another moment to realize what he meant.

"Oh," you mumbled. "Okay."

Placing the face wash back on the counter, you patted his cheek twice.

"You taste like chocolate too. You're also like chocolate. Completely edible."

Your words came out as a sort of ramble until you finally turned around to look at your husband.

Or the water droplets running down his abs and disappearing in the towel, to be more specific.

When your eyes did look at his, he was already staring at you.

"Like what you see?" He said the most cliché dialogue in the history of fiction.

And just when we thought he could do better.

Shubman waited for a response as you held your gaze, prompting him to raise his eyebrows slightly.

You continued staring for a few more seconds, blinked once, turned around to the sink, and threw up.