Anusha's POV

I settled down on the stool in front of the dressing table and started taking my jewelry off. No matter how beautiful I was looking with still the accessories on I needed to take them off, my ears, neck, head and even wrists were crying.

I was taking my earrings off when the bedroom door opens and Siddharth came inside locking the door behind him. Smoothly.

The way his feet stepped in and with a swift move he turned and locked the handle my heart skipped several beats.
My breathing stopped and I avoided his gaze. Movies have spoiled my brain enough.

He made his way towards me, looking into my eyes through the reflection in the mirror. Eyes bright but face calm.

He had already changed his sherwani. How lucky! The husband of mine was wearing sweatpants and a round neck t-shirt that shows off his perfect biceps and defined chest.

And here I was struggling with these damn earrings. I needed to feel free.

He stood behind me
"Do you need some help?" he asked me,

He must have seen me struggling.

I panicked evem when he did nothing.

"No. it's ok. I'm fine. I can do it by myself. I can do it. Thank you. I can do it. I'll..."
I said instantly in a single breath.

Relax Anusha!

Why are you always so clumsy in front of him?

"Relax. I was just asking"
he chuckled and shrugged, made his way to the bed. He was half lying on the bed but still looking at me.

I was struggling with this earring from the past few minutes when they finally came off, I did an internal happy dance. I felt my ears breathing again.
I managed to take the earring chain off my ears and hair.
Sighing in relief it was the turn for my necklace and then the dupatta secured over my head tightly.

I was struggling, trying to take it off but no use there wrre a lot of pins securing it. My hands started to ache from keeping them raised for this long.
I was tired to say the least. I needed sleep.

I heard him chuckle. I looked towards him from the mirror and found him staring me with a smile on his face. I bet my glare was visible, I was that pissed.

I raised my eyebrows which says 'what so funny?' To which he shook his head trying hard to hide his smile.

I smiled realising he was right about me using some help,
"Actually, I would like to use some help,"
I said biting my lower lip looking at him.

He smiled widely,
"with pleasure"
stoop up from the bed and came to help me.

He was taking pins off my dupatta, trying not to cause me any pain, he succeeded earlier than expected. Meanwhile I took off my bangles, kalire, except churha.

When I was a kid - a teenager actually, I was in love with the feeling of getting married just because I would get a chance to dress up in a bridal outfit and makeup, everything but today I was hit by the truck of realisation.
It sounds better from afar!

When he started untying my hair from the bun, I was secretly proud of his accomplishments.

Taking off pins from my bun, whenever his finger touching my bare neck it felt like electric currents passing through me.

I controlled myself from showing this to him - how much his touch was affecting me was beyond my thoughts.

When he was done, he went back to his place on the bed. Not before eyeing his achievements with pride, I literally saw his chest puffing.

My hair were free, falling down on till waist. My head relaxed.
I managed to take off my remaining jewelry as well. Once done I stood up from my place, securing all the jewelry in their respective boxes.

I took off the safety pin placed over my right shoulder securing my dupatta, which felt much needed, the material was itch-y.
It fell down on my arm the moment I took the pin off.

I looked over at Siddharth who was observing my each and every step. I felt conscious. I wanted to ask him rudely what is with him staring me? I need privacy.

But I ignored his gaze and continued my work. I dragged my bag which was kept beside the dresser to the bed trying to lift it up. The damn thing was heavy - Shekhar was right.

I was in the middle to lifting it up when suddenly my dupatta fell on the floor revealing me half-naked.

Before action I had an eye widening fit.

I picked it up and covered myself, I looked at him gulping.
He was looking at me intently with a smirk on his face. I was sure he had quite an entertaining show.
I ignored him and gulped hard trying really very hard to hide my red cheeks and kept the bag on the bed.

I facepalmed myself inside and cursed myself for wearing a deep neck blouse and also for taking that damn safety pin out on the first hand.

The dress was basically my mother's, sister's and ebst friend's choice so i was partially innocent. I only gave the consent that's it.

I took something comfortable and lighter to wear out of my bag, when I realized that I forget to take off my kamarbandh (waist-chain)

SHIT!

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Siddharth's POV

She went back in front of the dresser I wonder what she forgets. It was entertaining to see her all frustrated, she was tired it was written on her face. She need sleep her gloomy face was screaming.

My gaze traveled down to her waist, where she was focused with her hands. She must've forgotten to take off her sexy kamar-bandh.

She was looking sexy. I couldn't help but staring at her, observing each and every move she was making.
I know she must be cursing me for being a pervert, but this felt like a birth right. She was all mine to ogle.
The helpless I was.

She was trying hard to take that jewelry out but the gold-chain was stuck.
I had an urge to go and help her in taking it off. Which will give me a chance to touch her bare sides.

I was enjoying the view of a struggling wife with her jewelry. Never knew accessories could give some girl this severe pain. Then I heard her swore.

Oh, my wife swore too!

Finally, when she won she kept it in a box, shutting the lid noisly calling someone 'Ass' for choosing the accessory.
Grabbed her clothes and started making her way towards the bathroom.

"Anusha" I called.

She looked my way like she was asking me 'what?'.

As I said before her eyes do the talking.

"You know... today I should be the one helping you undress."

Her eyes widened and jaw dropped.
Her face turned cherry once again and the next moment I know she ran inside the bathroom.

I laughed loud.

A faint word 'Idiot' I heard before the door could make a bang sound.

I was working on my laptop when she came out of the bathroom.
Wearing a dark green coloured short kurta and a white colored salwar. Her wet hair making her look sexier.

She stood there still on her spot looking at me. It took everything in me to restrain myself for doing something I would regret later.

I got up from my place and went towards her. I was internally counting every step my feet were making. I was that nervous, the girl having this much power over me.

When I was just a few feet away from her I stopped. She started looking everywhere but me shyly.

"Umm...S-Siddharth actually I wanted to....to take things a bit slow........between us.........if you are okay with it," she asked shyly.

"I know. You don't need to worry about that. I just wanted this,"
I said, leaned down to kiss her forehead. She mean so much to me, even my actions were involuntary.

I didn't wanted her to rush into anything. I want to give her some time to accept everything and adjust with new things.

I came back to my side of the bed and lie down trying to sleep. I felt my other side of bed shuffling telling me that she was lying beside me.

I was trying hard to sleep but couldn't.

How could I sleep knowing she is beside me?

I wanted to hold her in my arms, maybe the idea was the only way to make me fall asleep.

It has already been an hour when I turned and looked at her and she was sleeping like a baby on the other side of the bed. No sound just silent innocent face.

She once said she can't sleep in new beds but here she was sleeping quietly.
She must be tired.

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