A/N:

Intimate moments alert, my dear  readers!

Kindly read at your discretion!

Love ya.
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I felt like a princess in her fort! I had two hours to prepare for my anniversary celebrations. I first went and had a good shower. Feeling refreshed, I wrapped a towel around me and I walked to my closet.

Sarees of vibrant colours showcased themselves to me. I really wanted to make this occasion really special and choose a saree that I normally wouldn't, if I had family around.

I then remembered that I had actually purchased a black heavy netted saree to surprise my husband. It's maroon border matched with the full hand mix-and-match blouse that I owned. Dressing provocatively is something that is not my speciality, but today's an occasion where I'd really want to have a memorable time with my husband.

I wore the saree to expose my slender waist, and assumed that my tummy is not popping out!

Well, certain assumptions have to be made, right?

I am pregnant, so please give me a break!

I wore my silver jingling waist band, right below my navel and tingled at the cold feeling of this piece of jewelry around my waist.

I also wore my heavy anklets and painted my nails to a glossy maroon colour.

I matched the attire with maroon and black bangles, which were given to me as a gift by Raj ji, during our 7th month celebration.

I wore black jhumkas, and smeared my eyes with thick kohl and topped it off with a slender eye-liner.

I placed a small round maroon bindi and adjusted my mangal-sootra. I took a little amount of vermilion and placed it on my forehead.

Well, this is it!

I am ready but now have other things to do!

An hour later, I found myself amidst completed dishes of varied cuisines, all simple and yet sophisticated, just the way Raj ji and me like. I also made apple juice, because you see, I am pregnant and can't afford or allow myself and my husband to taste the jolts of alcohol.

I wanted to spend an intimate night with him, in his arms, wrapped in the warmth of his love and my skin being cherished with his romantic kisses. This is the idea of perfection to me. Just that, I had also searched the entire house for a block of scented candles and lit the entire living room with those.

The ambience definitely kindled me with romance and fingers crossed, I hoped that my husband liked it too.

I once again went to our room and took a peek at how I presented myself and looking pleased, I chose a rose perfume that my husband always liked and sprayed it on me. Lastly I used a maroon lipstick and well, I am ready!

That's when I heard the doorbell.

Perfect!

However so, I didn't open the door, since I knew that he always carried a pair of our house keys with him. I wanted him to really get to me.

He rang the bell one more time and worried sick, I could hear him jingling the keys through our door's lock.

"Pavi?", His voice was filled with worry and anxiety.

"Pavi, where are yo-", his words  stopped in between and I slowly dragged myself out to our room just to lean at the corner of our living room to find my husband's jaw dropped at the arrangements made.

"God, there you are!", he breathed.

I smiled. My husband looked so tensed and worried, but I didn't want to acknowledge those feelings. The reflections of the candles just glazed through his perfectly built body. His long hair just danced through the gentle breeze caressing his forehead while his eyes spoke a lot of emotions that could be read through the golden light.

It just sunk what or rather who was presented before him while his fingers just grazed through his eyebrows. He had worn my favourite plain navy blue shirt whose first two buttons were left carefree, as my man did look like a bad boy out there. So neatly matched with a black jeans, that hung so perfectly from his well sculpted waist, letting me examine him in full length, leading me admiring my husband being so sexy by just being bare-footed.

God, I love this man so very much and I cannot believe that just one revolution around the sun would make me change my opinion completely upside down about him.

"Pavi, I was so-"

"Worried, I know."

"Did you do-"

"All of this? Yes!"

"You look so-"

"Beautiful?"

I was finishing his sentences in a husky tone while he took his steps towards me. His smile broadened, for I didn't leave the last one as a sentence, but cleverly as a question.

He narrowed the gap between us and gently snaked his arms around my back.

"Oh baby, so you do look beautiful!", He whispered.

I blushed as his fingers played with my waist band and along with our fastened breaths, that was a complimentary sound.

"It seems like I'd first go for the dessert", my husband laughed.

I swatted his shoulder and wriggled myself off his clutches.

"What?", He asked playfully disappointed.

"Let's eat first, like real food!", I said.

The table was already set and so was the mood.

I served him some tasty Chinese cuisine and we enjoyed eachother's company. We sat close and fed one another for every bite was entwined with love and romance.

"I am so lucky to have you", he said.

"Raj ji, so am I."

"Pavi, I have a crazy desire!"

Oh God, what is it?

"Can you for once, call me just by my name? You know by dropping ji ?"

My eyes almost kinda popped out! I mean, I have never called him like that!

See, you may ask me what's the big deal, for this man has well, you know... But it is genuinely weird.

"Oh, come on Pavi, it is not a big deal. I am not gonna tell anyone. I just want to hear it!"

I took a large sip of the juice and well swallowed it.

I stood up and well, crawled onto his lap wrapping my arms around his neck and cleared the hair from his face. I gently went near his ear and exhaled sharply.

I could feel him stiffen and that's the effect I had on him.

I then whispered these words,

" I love you so much that my heart can actually burst out, Raj.

Happiest First Anniversary Baby..."

Raj ji gently found my lips and kissed me to the fullest. We had our dinners. We felt full, but we were to show eachother how much we actually mean to one another!

The candles slowly started dying out, but their love and passion just grew by the hour. The clock struck twelve, and so cheers to one year of marriage life as a typical Indian bride!

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