As the festivities of the day drew to a close, the energy in the air began to wind down, and the newlyweds retreated to their room. Arthit had went for shower while one of Arthit's sister came with a glass of milk and plate of fruits. It was traditionally called paalum puzhamum (milk and fruits); to bless couple's life and give them an ice breaker.

" Drink it together and share the sweetness " she winked at him before closing the door behind her.

Kongpob blushed till the roots of his hairs, his heart beating fast with a mix of excitement and nerves for the night ahead. His mind raced with thoughts of what their first night as husbands would be like. Although he was drained , the curiosity had him squirming.

When Arthit came out of shower, Kong was sitting on the bed, glancing at the tall glass of milk and plates of tender fruits while clenching his toes and fidgeting with the bed-sheet . Arthit sensed Kongpob's excitement and nervousness as they stood in their room, away from the laughter and teasing of their families. With a gentle smile, Arthit stepped closer "Is there saffron in the milk, Kanna ?" he teased .

Kong remembered their heated discussion in the Italian restaurant , the first time they met.

"come here..." Arthit beckoned his husband " There's one ritual still remaining . "

Arundhati parthal had completely slipped off Kongpob's mind.

"Which ?" He asked, standing beside Arthit.

Arthit took him to window of their room, his arms wrapped around Kongpob's back as he directed his gaze on the night sky " Can you see Arundhati nakshatra ?"

Kong nodded detecting the star in saptarishi (Big dipper/ Ursa majoris) . 

" Like Arundhati and Vashishtha may we always be together." Arthit whispered.

"Always," Kong nodded, still in Arthit's arm as his husband's arms snaked down to rest over his stomach.

" Hungry ?" Arthit asked . " want me to cut some fruits for you?"

Kong shook his head, silent - awkward as to how to best reciprocate Arthit's loving gesture.

" Milk will go bad tomorrow though.." Arthit said " Let's share - half half."

"I don't like milk." Kong scrunched his nose, though Arthit couldn't see.

"So..I will have to drink it all? What if there's saffron in it? " Arthit teased, referring to their argument over milk preparation of paalum puzhavum and saffron being an aphrodisiac. He was literally saying, he will be drunk on aphrodisiac.

Kong turned in Arthit's arms, facing him, he narrowed his eyes at his husband " stop with that saffron business."

"As you wish, Kutti " Arthit bit his lip, mischief shining in his eyes " let's just say it has saffron- will you be able to handle it ?"

" I can handle anything " Kong turned his nose in air, irritated by his husband's teasing- he got out of his embrace and stomped towards the bed.

Arthit smiled at his cuteness- Kongpob's waist had extra sway when he is angry - Arthit noted the fact to keep it in mind for the future. Letting Kongpob steam a little, he silently went to the bedside table and emptied the glass of milk.

"Did it have saffron ?" Kong asked.

Arthit decided to mess with him " Yeah - I think whoever made it , put a lil bit more than needed."

Kongpob's eyes widened , like a deer caught in headlight , he squeaked " Oh !"

"Oh...indeed " planting a knee on the bed, Arthit sat beside Kong. " Come here.." He pulled his husband close " Mr. Kongpob Arthit Suthiluck Rojanapt..." Arthit smiled saying Kongpob's name with his " feels like I've waited centuries for this... tell me your name again?" Arthit asked, caressing the soft flesh under Kongpob's earlobe with his thumb.

"Kongpob Arthit Suthiluck Rojanapat..." Kong mumbled, proud, shivering as Arthit's eyes darkened hearing KOngpob say it.

" Damn right " Arthit pecked his husband's lips.

" We are meant to share the sweetness of that milk, aren't we ?" Arthit asked, grinning.

Kongpob nodded, his heart raced as Arthit's lips met his, the teasing atmosphere giving way to something far deeper and more intimate. The soft warmth of Arthit's touch, his gentle yet firm hold, made Kongpob's nerves melt away. His earlier irritation at the playful saffron banter faded into the background as he responded to the kiss, tentatively at first, before surrendering to the sensations building between them.

Arthit's fingers brushed along Kongpob's jaw, guiding him closer, deepening the kiss. Kongpob's thoughts swirled as their connection grew more electric with every second, Arthit's tongue exploring the caverns of his mouth while Kong struggled to follow.

He did his best to follow Arthit but fell short of breath soon, his lungs started burning and head started feeling light. He had to tap on Arthit's chest to stop himself from gasping. That would be mortifying isn't it ?

Kong sucked deep breaths.

"Too much ?" Arthit asked.

Kong nodded.

"Sorry...I got little bit excited." Arthit scratched his head, nervously.

"Not your fault.." Kong patted his husband's shoulder to assure him while in his mind he frowned at the person who put so much saffron in that milk. catching Kong looking accusingly at the discarded glass of milk, Arthit wanted to laugh out loud but he controlled his laughter.

" You said , you can handle it, Kutti" Arthit teased.

"I can" Kong raised his determined gaze, only to drop it as fast as met Arthit's, his words trailed off, his cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and excitement.

Arthit smiled, understanding. "It's okay, we have all night... and a lifetime ahead," he murmured, brushing his thumb gently over Kongpob's bottom lip. "We don't have to rush anything."

Kongpob's heart swelled at the tenderness in Arthit's voice. He could feel the love and reassurance in every word, in every touch. The small gestures, like the gentle squeeze of Arthit's hand on his, or the way his husband's eyes never left his face, made him feel safe-grounded in the love they shared.

"I will practice more .." Kong vowed.

"Pactice what?"

"Kissing...I need to increase my stamina to match your ..." Kong stared at Arthit "intensity.."

Arthit chuckled " Let's slowdown a little, Kanna. "He leaned back against the headboard, inviting Kong to do the same. Both of them sat, leaning resting their backs against the headboard of the bed.

 Arthit playfully tugged  at the hem of Kongpob's shirt, "aren't you wearing too much ?," 

"Same to you.." Kong said softly.

"I know remedy of this situation..." Arthit grinned, his fingers swiftly releasing buttons of KOngpob's shirt . Seeing Kong stiff, he urged, his voice low but filled with warmth. "Just relax, Kutti...you are too tense."

Kongpob swallowed, he had heard first time is painful. His friends had also said the same, one of them even said it felt like being split in two- that it took him five- six times to get used to the burn. But hearing Arthit's assures, KOng nodded again, relaxing his tense shoulders, trusting Arthit completely.

Slowly, Arthit helped Kongpob out of his shirt, his fingers trailing gently along his skin, sending shivers through his body. It wasn't just the physical closeness that stirred Kongpob-it was the emotional intimacy that made him feel so vulnerable, yet so cherished.

" Am I not wearing too much?" Arthit asked, putting Kongpob's hand over his shirt. KOng clumsily unbuttoned Arthit's shirt, his fingers shaking due to nerves- Arthit helped him get rid of his shirt.

As they sat side by side on the bed, now shirtless, Arthit holding KOngpob's hand over his chest, Kongpob felt his nerves calm under Arthit's steady, loving gaze.

The playful teasing from earlier now seemed miles away, replaced by something deeper. Arthit leaned in again, this time pressing a soft kiss to the side of Kongpob's neck, trailing down to his collarbone.

"I've waited for this moment for so long," Arthit whispered against his skin. "To just... be with you like this."

Kongpob smiled, his heart full. "Me too," he admitted softly. "I never thought it would feel like this, though."

Arthit chuckled softly, nuzzling his face into Kongpob's neck. "Better than you imagined?"

"Much better," Kongpob replied, his voice barely a whisper.

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's warmth, savoring the quiet intimacy.

As the cool breeze drifted through the open window, the scent of jasmine still lingering in the air, Arthit and Kongpob laid down together, side by side, hands entwined. The room, once filled with playful banter, was now a sanctuary of love and comfort, where they could simply be themselves, no expectations, no outside world-just the two of them, in their first night as husbands.

"Let's get rid of this too..." Arthit pulled at the tight knot of KOngpob's veshti...expertly getting it undone, he placed at the chair by bedside.

Kongpob was now left in only his boxers. His pulse quickened seeing Arthit taking off his own veshti, his sculpted thighs - the proof of his hard work in gym.

" Come..." Arthit pulled him close and placed a kiss at his forehead.

Kong looked up at Arthit with a mixture of confusion and anticipation. He had imagined this night for weeks now-how they would explore each other in a way they hadn't before. He expected to feel Arthit's lips against his again , their bodies tangled in passion. But instead, Arthit gently gathered Kongpob into his arms, pressing his husband's bare skin against his own, putting one of his leg over Kongpob's to stop him from rolling out of the duvet. Arthit ran his fingers soothingly through Kong's hair. His touch was calming, not the fiery touch Kongpob had imagined.

He leaned in and whispered softly into Kongpob's ear, "Sleep, Kanna."

Kongpob blinked up at him, confused. "But... we're supposed to... you.... I don't understand" He trailed off, uncertain how to put into words the emotions swirling inside him.

Arthit chuckled softly, placing a kiss on Kongpob's temple. "I know what you're thinking. But you've had a long day, love. You're exhausted, and I don't want our first night to be something you don't fully enjoy." He pulled back slightly to look into Kongpob's eyes. "I want you energized, not drained, for what I have in store."

"But..." Kongpob began, a small pout forming on his lips, "I was looking forward to tonight. It's our first night..."

Arthit smiled, brushing his thumb across Kong's cheek. "And we'll have tonight, every night. I want you well-rested because tomorrow I have a surprise for you. We have a flight for our honeymoon,"

"Where are we going?"

"That is a secret. I want you to rest now and enjoy every moment of our honeymoon, so it will be unforgettable for both of us. Trust me...you need rest now, Kutti" Arthit carded his fingers gently through Kongpob's hairs.

Kongpob sighed softly, feeling the weight of the day finally catching up to him. He rested his head against Arthit's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The nervous excitement that had been swirling inside him began to fade, replaced by a deep sense of peace.

Arthit pulled the covers over them, wrapping his arms around him protectively. "Sleep now, my love," Arthit murmured. "I'll be right here."

Kongpob smiled drowsily, the warmth of Arthit's embrace lulling him into a state of relaxation. Before long, the exhaustion took over, and he fell asleep in his husband's arms, feeling safe, loved, and excited for the days to come. As Arthit watched him sleep, he smiled to himself. The thought of their honeymoon filled him with excitement, but for now, this was perfect-holding the man he loved, knowing they had a lifetime to share together.

.....................................

The next morning, the fresh air of the northeast greeted Kongpob and Arthit as they arrived in Meghalaya, one of the most serene and picturesque destinations in India. Kong had always mentioned his wish to visit the region, and Arthit, ever attentive, had planned their honeymoon here. They were booked in a luxurious suite at a beautiful hotel nestled in the hills, perfect for a couple on their honeymoon.

The room was decorated with rose petals, candles, and subtle touches that screamed romance. As Kongpob entered, his heart fluttered at the sight of their room-a perfect blend of elegance and warmth. He marveled at the details, feeling the weight of the fact that they were truly alone together, far from the teasing of their families and the formalities of their wedding rituals. After setting their bags down, Kongpob opened his suitcase to unpack. But as he flipped open the case, he froze, confusion etched on his face. "Uh... Arthit, I think there's been a mistake," he said, holding up one of the shirts. "These... aren't my clothes."

Arthit, who was leaning casually against the bedframe, grinned mischievously. "It's not a mistake."

Kongpob raised a brow. "What do you mean?"

"I packed for you. Or rather, I packed my clothes for you," Arthit said, walking over to Kongpob. He picked up a white oversize shirt, holding it out. "I want to see you in these. Would you wear it for me Kanna?"

Kong nodded, looking expectantly for rest of the garment.

"Only this " Arthit said, handing him the shirt.

Kongpob blushed so hard that his face matched the color of the roses decorating the room. The realization that they were alone, really alone, here on their honeymoon hit him full force. Arthit had once promised an advance course of kissing lessons on their honeymoon. And yesterday, Kong had near fainted from only one intense kiss. What if he falls unconscious on Arthit? What if his weakness and lack of stamina ruin their special moments? Frustrate Arthit?

Kong started fidgeting, lightly shivering as panic started to take a grasp of his insides. Yeah, he has lot of knowledge in theory - perhaps more than Arthit but what is the use when he can't use it in practical and it ends up ruining their beautiful honeymoon.

"Hey, kutti.." Arthit came to his side "breathe baby... come here.." he made Kong sit on bed, which only made Kongpob's trembling worse.

Arthit shifted, moving to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder. "What's on your mind, Kongpob?"

The use of his full name instead of a pet name, called Kongpob's attention.

Kongpob sighed and looked down at his hands. "It's just... what if I don't... perform well?" he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have done all this..." he waved a hand at their room " What if I get again like yesterday...and disappoint you? I've read that bad sex can ruin a marriage, and I don't want to mess this up. What if it's awkward or... or I do something wrong?"

Arthit's expression softened instantly. He hadn't realized just how much pressure Kong had been placing on himself.

With a gentle laugh, Arthit leaned closer, pressing a kiss to Kongpob's temple. "You really think I'd ever be disappointed in you? And that too if you faint during sex ?" Arthit asked, his tone light but full of warmth. " Won't that say how deeply you feel our intimacy, baby? How good I made you feel?"

Kong nodded.

"Do you trust me ?"

Kong nodded again, sniffling.

Arthit wiped his tears "Let me tell you something... there is no such thing as bad intimacy between us. I rejoice in teaching you , Kanna" He tilted Kongpob's chin up so their eyes met. "We're a team. And we walk together. We'll figure it out together, and we'll make it good because we love each other. I believe, one can't ruin something built on love. Can they? "

Kong shook his head..." No..."

" Good...keep that in mind na,Kutti...now do u want first dibs on bathroom? "

Kong nodded.

.........

As Kongpob went to freshen up, Arthit thought about how to tackle the situation. Kong was being too panicky and anxious expecting the intimacy and his own naivete in that area. It's better to let the moments flow naturally.

Arthit picked out matching clothes for them. Nothing over exaggerated just a plain navy T-shirt and jeans. He did pack some of Kong's clothes but Kong will be wearing most of his clothes and that was not a negotiable matter. Unless, Kongpob negotiated with his lips on Arthit's skin. Then, Arthit may consider... 

Arthit's train of thoughts derailed with the gentle creak of bathroom dooe opening, he stood frozen , his heart stumbling as his eyes fell on Kongpob. 

There he was, standing in the center of the room, wearing nothing but Arthit's oversized shirt. The fabric hung loosely on him, the sleeves almost swallowing his hands, the hem brushing teasingly against his thighs, just barely covering the skin beneath.

The sight sent a jolt through Arthit, a mix of shock and desire tightening in his chest. He'd never seen Kongpob like this before—so exposed, yet somehow innocent in the way he nervously tugged at the hem of the shirt, his eyes shyly flickering up to meet Arthit's.

He's wearing my shirt...

The thought alone was enough to make his pulse race. There was something possessive, primal almost, about seeing Kongpob wrapped in something of his, a quiet claim. 

But it wasn't just the way the shirt hung on Kongpob's body that stirred him—it was the vulnerability in the moment, the unspoken trust in Kongpob's gesture.

Kongpob bit his lip, fidgeting under Arthit's gaze. Walking towards Arthit— completely bare under his shirt, without boxers, he felt completely naked- with each graze of the front slit of the shirt- he was hyper aware of his balls and his dick, hanging without any support, slowly filling- soon it would be holding the slit parted. His own though made his eartips flush red.

Arthit couldn't tear his gaze away, he wanted to beat his chest like a caveman. Kong looked... beautiful. His bare legs seemed even longer, skin smooth and glowing under the soft light. The shirt's collar was slightly open, revealing the delicate curve of his neck and the sharp line of his collarbone, —so much of him was on display, yet there was still an air of mystery, as if the oversized fabric was a teasing barrier between them.

Arthit swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He tried to speak, but words seemed useless in this moment. His hands clenched at his sides, itching to reach out, to pull Kongpob closer, to touch the warm skin beneath the shirt that belonged to him.

'Calm down,' he told himself, though his body refused to listen. 'He's just wearing your shirt.'

But it was more than that. Kongpob wasn't just wearing his shirt—he was standing there, offering himself, in a way Arthit had never imagined. The simple gesture felt intimate, like an invitation to something deeper, something more vulnerable. Arthit's mind buzzed, thoughts racing through the haze of desire.

Kongpob, like this is the material of his dreams... He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to ground himself. It wasn't the time to lose control. Not yet.

Kongpob's eyes met his again, and Arthit could see the nervous anticipation in them, the uncertainty mixed with a quiet plea. He could feel the heat rise between them, thick and heavy, the room shrinking around them. Slowly, Arthit stepped forward, his eyes tracing every inch of Kongpob's exposed skin. He stopped just inches away, close enough to hear the soft hitch in Kongpob's breath.

He reached out, his fingers brushing the edge of the shirt's collar, and felt Kongpob tremble beneath his touch.

"You look... good," Arthit finally managed to say, his voice low, rough with emotion.

Kongpob blushed, his lips parting slightly as he glanced away, suddenly shy.

Arthit smiled, though his heart was hammering in his chest. His hand slid down, fingers grazing lightly over Kongpob's collarbone, then down to the shirt's buttons. For a moment, he hesitated, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight of Kongpob—his Kongpob—looking so utterly perfect, so completely his.

"Are you nervous?" he whispered, his lips hovering near Kongpob's ear. He didn't need to ask. He could feel it in the way Kongpob's body trembled, the slight tension in his shoulders.Kongpob nodded, barely, and Arthit's heart softened.

 He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Kongpob's temple, then another to the soft skin just beneath his ear.

"Good," Arthit murmured against his skin, his voice full of affection. "Me too."

Kongpob's breath hitched as Arthit's words brushed against his skin, sending shivers racing down his spine. He felt the warmth of Arthit's lips lingering just below his ear, a touch so gentle yet charged with unspoken promises.

For a moment, Kongpob stood perfectly still, unsure whether to lean into the warmth of Arthit's body or shy away from the overwhelming closeness. He had always admired how Arthit carried himself with calm composure, but here, in this intimate space, it felt like that cool exterior was slowly unraveling—and the thought both thrilled and terrified him.

'This is real', Kongpob thought, his fingers tightening around the fabric of the shirt. Arthit's shirt. He'd worn it without thinking, seeking comfort in the familiar scent and warmth that still clung to it. But now, standing so close to Arthit, the weight of the moment settled over him. He could feel the desire in the air between them, thick and electric, but there was also something else—something tender, almost protective.

Arthit's fingers lingered near the buttons of the shirt, his touch feather-light, as if he wasn't sure how far to go. Kongpob felt a flush creep up his neck, spreading warmth to his cheeks. He could feel every inch of his skin sensitized to Arthit's proximity, the anticipation making his heart beat faster.

"You don't look nervous !"

"When other is being nervous, one of us has to be confident na Puttu, like you were in handling our first meet."

Kongpob swallowed hard, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do I really... look good in this?" His eyes flickered up, unsure, searching for reassurance in Arthit's gaze.

Arthit's hand paused mid-motion, his thumb brushing over the top button of the shirt. His eyes softened as he looked down at Kongpob, the intensity of the moment tempered with a quiet, tender affection. He nodded slowly, his lips curving into a small, sincere smile.

"You have no idea..." Arthit's voice was barely more than a murmur, low and husky, filled with emotions he couldn't quite articulate. "You look perfect."

The words hit Kongpob like a gentle wave, washing over him with a strange sense of relief. It wasn't just the compliment—it was the way Arthit said it, like he truly meant it, like Kongpob wasn't just standing there awkwardly in his shirt, but instead, he was beautiful, desired, exactly as he was.Kongpob's heart swelled, and his gaze softened as he reached out, his hand timidly resting on Arthit's chest. The warmth of Arthit's heartbeat pulsed beneath his palm, grounding him in this intimate moment. He took a shaky breath and leaned in, his forehead resting lightly against Arthit's chest. The steady rhythm of Arthit's breathing soothed the nervous flutter in his stomach.

"I feel... exposed," Kongpob admitted softly, his voice almost vulnerable, muffled against Arthit's shirt. He shifted slightly, feeling the cool air brush against his bare legs beneath the oversized fabric.Arthit's arm instinctively wrapped around Kongpob's waist, pulling him in closer, his thumb tracing soothing circles over Kongpob's lower back. "You don't have to feel that way. Not with me." His voice was steady, calm, full of reassurance that sent a wave of comfort through Kongpob's anxious heart. " I feel seen when you look appreciatively at me- clothed or unclothed. Makes me feel I can spend two more hours in gym if I get to see you looking at me like that. We feel exposed baring ourselves to people we wouldn't want to expose ourselves to"

Kongpob's grip on Arthit's shirt tightened, and for a long moment, he simply stood there, letting the warmth of Arthit's body and thoughts envelop him, safe and secure. It was strange, the way Arthit's presence could quiet his insecurities, melt away the lingering nerves that always seemed to follow him. The way Arthit's thoughts open a whole new world to him, gives him new perspective. Like he has never thought much over the word - 'exposed' .

"I trust you," Kongpob whispered finally, tilting his head up slightly, his gaze locking with Arthit's " I realised now, You make feel seen. That is why I didn't think twice slipping this on". There was a softness in his eyes now, a quiet vulnerability that he had never shared with anyone else.

Arthit's breath caught for a moment as he looked down at Kongpob, the sincerity in those words sinking deep into his chest. He cupped Kongpob's face with one hand, his thumb brushing lightly over his cheek. "I won't ever let you feel anything but wanted," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion.

Kongpob's eyes fluttered closed at the tenderness in Arthit's words. Without thinking, he leaned up, his lips brushing lightly against Arthit's in a soft, tentative kiss—nothing urgent or demanding, just a simple touch of his lips with Arthit's, a silent promise shared between them. Arthit kissed him back, slow and gentle, his hand cradling the back of Kongpob's neck, as if he never wanted to let go.

"I have something for you..." Kong mumbled. It was now that he saw the small pouch clutched in Kongpob's palm.  

Arthit raised a brow at the  small gift box wrapped in silver paper. Kong had been carrying it with him for days, waiting for the right moment to give it to Arthit

"What's that?"Arthit asked, noticing the box as he slipped his arms around Kongpob from behind, resting his chin on his husband's shoulder.

Kongpob turned his head slightly, smiling. "A little something for you. I wanted to give it to you after the wedding, but things got... busy."

Arthit raised an eyebrow playfully. "Busy, huh?" He kissed the side of Kongpob's neck, making his husband shiver. "Well, now you've got me curious. What's inside?"

Kongpob chuckled softly. "Open it and find out."

Arthit reached for the box and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a silver bracelet engraved with delicate details. His eyes widened as he read the inscription etched on the inner band: "Together, always - Kongpob & Arthit."

Touched, Arthit blinked back a wave of emotion. He wasn't one for flashy jewelry, but this bracelet, simple and meaningful, was perfect.

"Kong... it's beautiful," he said softly, running his fingers over the engraving. "I love it."

Kongpob's cheeks turned pink as he fiddled with his fingers. "I thought it would be a nice reminder, wherever we go... of us."

Arthit turned him around, cupping his face tenderly. "I don't need a reminder of us, because you're always on my mind. But this... this makes me feel like you're with me every second." He kissed Kongpob's forehead, then his lips, slow and sweet. "Thank you, love."

Kongpob felt his heart swell. He had been nervous about the gift, unsure if it was too much, but now seeing the emotion in Arthit's eyes made it all worthwhile.

Arthit gently slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, admiring it for a moment before pulling Kongpob close again. "Now... about this honeymoon." His eyes twinkled with mischief. "What do you say we explore a little, then come back and enjoy the suite,Kanna ?"

Kongpob laughed, his earlier nerves melting away completely. " Yes. Explore first. I want to see the living root bridges and waterfalls. You know I've always dreamed of coming here."

Arthit smiled, kissing him once more before letting him go. "Whatever you want, Kanna. This trip is for you."

Together, they left the hotel, hand in hand, ready to embark on the first adventure of their married life, surrounded by the breathtaking beauty of Meghalaya.

.............

Their first stop was Umiam Lake near shillong, a picturesque expanse of water cradled by rolling hills. Arthit couldn't help but notice the way Kongpob's eyes lit up at the sight of the serene lake. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Kongpob's as they walked along the shore, the touch fleeting yet filled with intention.

Kongpob glanced at him, a silent question in his eyes, but Arthit just smiled and looked away, letting the moment linger.

"Let's rent a boat," Kongpob suggested, his voice soft but excited.

Arthit agreed, and soon they were gliding across the calm waters of Umiam Lake. The cool breeze carried with it the scent of pine trees, and the tranquility of the moment wrapped around them. Sitting close, Arthit's hand found Kongpob's knee, resting there as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Kongpob looked down at the touch, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks, but he didn't pull away.

They spent the morning soaking in the beauty of the lake, their conversation light and easy. The soft touches continued throughout—Arthit brushing a stray lock of hair from Kongpob's forehead, their hands grazing against each other as they took turns rowing. It was all so subtle, but each touch deepened the connection between them, and Kongpob found himself relaxing more with each passing hour.

Their next stop was the Don Bosco Museum, a sprawling structure filled with the history and culture of the indigenous tribes of the Northeast. Arthit could see how fascinated Kongpob was, his eyes scanning every exhibit with keen interest.

"This place is incredible," Kongpob murmured, stopping in front of a display on tribal art.

"It is," Arthit replied, standing close beside him. He reached out, his fingers barely grazing Kongpob's back as they moved from one exhibit to another.

Kongpob noticed these small gestures, and with each one, he felt the nervous energy that had accompanied him for days start to ebb away. Arthit didn't need to say anything; his presence alone was a comfort.

They spent hours at the museum, losing track of time as they delved deeper into the rich history of Meghalaya. By the time they stepped out into the afternoon sun, both were content, their hearts light.

"We still have time before sunset," Kongpob said as they walked to their car. "How about exploring the city a bit more?"

Arthit nodded, knowing exactly where he wanted to take him next. They made their way to Police Bazaar, the bustling heart of Shillong, where the narrow streets were lined with stalls selling everything from local handicrafts to street food.

Kongpob looked around, his eyes wide with curiosity. "It's so lively here."

Arthit took his hand this time, openly, as they navigated through the crowd. He didn't care who saw them—this was their time. They stopped at various stalls, picking up small trinkets and tasting the local delicacies. At one point, Kongpob stopped at a stall displaying colorful shawls, running his fingers over the fabric.

"These are beautiful," he said.

"Pick some," Arthit urged, "as a souvenir."

Kongpob smiled and chose a deep blue shawl for his Appa and peacock green for Arthit's father, one that matched the color of the lake they had visited earlier. Arthit paid for it, his hand lingering on Kongpob's waist as they moved on.

But there was something else on Arthit's mind—something he had been planning since they arrived. After a quick stop at a local jeweler, where Arthit carefully and quietly selected a piece of jewelry while Kongpob was distracted by another stall, he slipped the small box into his pocket, feeling the weight of his secret but excited for the right moment to reveal it.

The sun had begun its descent, casting a golden hue over the market, when they decided to head back to their hotel. Arthit's arm found its way around Kongpob's shoulders as they walked, a quiet closeness settling between them.

"Cherrapunji tomorrow?" Kongpob asked, leaning slightly into Arthit's side. " I can't wait to see the living roots bridge !"

Arthit nodded. "Yes, but today was perfect too."

Kongpob smiled up at him, his expression soft. "It was."

They returned to their hotel room, exhausted but happy. As Kongpob moved towards the window, admiring the last rays of sunlight, Arthit quietly slipped the small velvet box onto the table beside their bed, waiting for the right moment to surprise him.

Tonight wasn't about grand gestures; it was about the quiet intimacy that had grown between them throughout the day—through every subtle touch, every shared look, every unspoken word.

...................................