Warmth.

All encompassing, relaxing warmth.

Wow my comforter was warm.

My eyes fluttered open and the sunlight streaming through the gaps of the curtain assaulted my eyes.

The headache started from somewhere beneath my brain first. It was like there was an ancient tractor riding merrily over my brain.

I stirred ever so slightly.

Suddenly I was super aware of the hard chest that I was currently resting my head on.

Oh my fucking god.

My first impression was going back to that shitty, grimy room that had ruled over my nightmares for so long.

But when my eyes fell on the breathtaking face that belonged to my husband, my heart calmed itself a little bit.

A little bit.

I was hungover as fuck.

But I didn't forget last night.

What if Vidyut woke up with no clue as to what happened last night?

Quietly easing myself from his body, I sat up. I felt sore in all the right places. I felt a hot blush spread over my face and neck at how stiff I was. Like I had spent the day in a fucking gym, working my ass off.

My nakedness was strangely empowering. I sauntered into the bathroom, hugging myself to keep warm.

The sun was shining, but last night's rains still kept the atmosphere cool.

Last night.

Flashing images of our bodies from last night took my breath away.

Oh lord.

How would I look into his eyes again if he didn't remember shit?

After a steaming hot shower, I decided to make us breakfast.
Just as I was done, I turned to see him step out of the room.

It was like the boxer shorts that carelessly hung onto his body were beckoning me to look down.

And then to blush furiously.

I couldn't. I couldn't bring my eyes to meet his.

A faint whine sounded, and I looked at him with a what the fuck expression to see him looking around just as confused.

Oh shit. Yeah!

I ran into my room, carefully peeking into the package.
There she was, the little sweetheart.

The automatic feeder was almost empty, and the little one had the most adorable of all I-am-hungry-feed-me expressions.

Carefully carrying the package to Vidyut, I managed a whispered birthday wish before handing over the box.

He gave me a confused look, before opening the box up.

I could only stare transfixed as those brooding eyes lit up, and a genuine smile broke across his face.

He picked up the little puppy with almost giddy excitement . The little golden retriever puppy really knew how to grab your attention.

She emitted the cutest of all barks, looking up with those adorable little eyes.

I watched as Vidyut swung around the puppy, burying her face onto his chest, and I felt my heart do a little swooping thing.

Damn that man was sexy.

His eyes found mine and he smiled wider. He didn't have to say it.

The thank you was present in the way he smiled.

Vidyut's mom called to tell me that we were to meet for dinner at 8, at a swanky restaurant. She asked me to wear the saree she had sent, and I felt my growing nervousness at meeting his family again.

We had decided to name the puppy Padfoot as a tribute to Harry Potter. We had gone through a hundred names for her, and I was about to give up when he suggested it.

I started cheering madly, doing a little dance of joy.

My husband watched Harry Potter!

Yaay!

He gave a little half smile, telling me that 'it was decided then' as if we were closing a business deal.

I was nervous as hell. I was genuinely too afraid to step out of the room.

I still had no clue as to whether he was even aware of last night.

He certainly gave no indication of it.

Glancing at the mirror a wave of nervousness hit me. I looked almost nothing like myself.

The saree was sheer, hugging onto my body in the most flattering of ways.

The color of it set off against my complexion, giving me the look of a retro diva.

My hair was done in a twist, and a fair amount of makeup highlighted my features.

My scarlet lips gave me a seductive look.

Too much? I wondered nervously.

I took a deep breath, avoiding the mirror again, and took a step outside. He was sitting on the ground with his back to me.

Padfoot was on his lap, her head sticking out, and those luminous eyes of hers were looking at me.

She gave an intense little bark that made me smile.

She was so gorgeous.

He turned around, and caught my eye.

The laugh that was still lingering on his lips was stunning. I tried not to stare, and lowered my eyes.

'Ready to leave?'

he asked, his voice coming out in a rasp, that sent electricity shooting through me.

I nodded silently.

He stood up, indicating to me to lead the way out the door.

Just as I was stepping out, a stray strand of hair came loose and I tucked it behind my ears.

Strong hands pulled me back and my back slammed into his body. As always the warmth felt right.

He turned me around. Insistent lips pressed onto mine, demanding me to respond with the same searing intensity.

I felt his strong arms flex as he lifted me up to deepen the kiss.

My body felt like it was floating.

A little being engulfed in the universe that was him.

I felt disoriented and deeply disappointed as he broke off the kiss, and my eyes apparently betrayed my sense of deprivation.

He smirked a little, and despite the scarlet lipstick on his face he looked devastating.

With all the dignity I could muster, I walked out the door and into the awaiting elevator.

The car ride, as usual, was silent.

We pulled into the parking lot, and I felt nervous again.

Just as we were making our way, I held Vidyut by the collar, pulling him into me with all my strength. He looked stunned and, what I could only describe as turned on, by this act of passion.

I eyed his lips, before leaning closer to him. His eyes zoned in onto my lips as well.

With my hands I began wiping off the lipstick stain on his face.

It was my turn to smirk.

Dinner was an enjoyable experience. His family was cool as always, and we spoke about random topics.

The food was amazing, and me being the person that I was, tucked in, all "rules" to femininity out the window.

Just as the men excused themselves to go to the washroom, Vidyut's mom turned to me.

A slight smile played on her face.

"Your lipstick is a little smudged there, darling"

I blushed a crimson color.

Fuck my life.

The drive home involved me singing along with the radio, and Vidyut beat boxing. He was actually pretty good.

We were smiling widely, an air of playfulness to us.

I was shocked at how our relationship had taken such a beautiful turn in a matter of days.

We reached the apartment, and just as we were pulling up, a figure stepped out from the shadows.

She was beautiful in a European way.

Almost definitely French.

Long glamorous blonde hair was fluttering in the gentle breeze, giving her an almost divine appearance.

But it was not her french seeming beauty, nor her beautiful dress that drew my eyes.

It was the baby bump on which her hand rested.

Hello hello. Fucked up uploading schedule, I know. Forgive me. I try hard.

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Love always,
LV