I looked in the mirror, my eyes tracing my curves. Everything was so wrong. Nothing I met in the mirror looked pleasant or right in my eyes. It just looked weird. My tummy was doubled over in rolls, my arm fat hanging and my stretch marks like white scars slitting up my thighs. An uncomfortable feeling decided to settle in my chest. I am so ugly.

Tear glazed eyes met my own in the mirror, broken in self doubt. I hated my body. I hated my skin as well. It was breaking out, being scattered with pimples and dry skin. Shit.

"Hey Princess I'm home!" I heard Sanskar yell as he slammed the door. I didn't answer, the lump in my throat blocking any sound from coming out. How I could even get a guy as handsome and great as Sanskar freaking Maheshwari was a mystery.

He was ripped, his hair falling perfectly down his forehead and his smile being able to light up a room in a second. I was way out of his league, looking like I belong on sesame street. Shit.

"Swara?" Sanskar pushed the door ajar and I saw him in the reflection. I held back the tears as good as I could but started seeing blurry.

"Hey" his voice went from dipped in happiness to genuinely worried "Are you okay?"

Keeping secrets from him was straight up impossible. I was a open book in his eyes. "Its nothing" I muttered as I wiped away the tears escaping with the back of my hand. Sanskar threw his bag on the bed and I saw him standing behind me suddenly. His hand wandered up my waist, landing over the dips on my hips. He started kissing my neck, leaving peck after peck.

"Look at you" his breath fanning over my neck spread goosebumps over my body "Look at my gorgeous wife". With that.. I broke down.

I covered my face in embarrassment and sobbed loudly. My body was colliding with the violent emotions filling me. "Princess!" Sanskar turned me around and pushed me into his arms "Hey! Hey what's wrong."

I buried my wet cheeks in the crook of his neck and refused to look at him. His hand stroked over my hair like if I was a child, but it actually settled my sobs. "I'm ugly" I muttered, hugging him possibly tighter. He went quiet, not moving an inch in my arms. Of course he agreed. I was ugly after all. My legs too clumsy, my hair a mess, my face like a rotten flower. I was a train wreck.

"And I" He pushed me back so he could look into my wet eyes "I am pregnant". I looked at him amused, looking up at his face crossed with empathy. He smiled at my expression, his hand moving an escaped string of hair behind my ear.

"Oh", he pretended to look confused as well "I thought we were just stating things that is impossible".

I can't help but to let the smile escape thats threatening. "I hate you" I muttered but my voice is dipped in a smile.

"Aaa" he chuckled "I love you too." His lips went back to kissing my throat and jaw. "I mean look at you. Your are sooo out of my league." My jaw dropped and a huff escaped me "I am out of your league? Are you kidding me?"

He placed a chaste kiss on top of my forehead "Swara I love you and your body and your personality and your.....". I cut him off with a hard passionate kiss, my hands pressing his head closer. I can't believe I found such a great husband in him.