Idris Point of View

"Grrrgal"

My God, I married a nut case!

What now?

"Am I some kind of allergy in your throat?" I scowled and the irritation in me increased when she was still smiling very happily at me. "Stop calling me that."

"Grrrgal, in our language means husband." After hearing her clarification, I didn't want to be called that even more.

How can you call your husband as if clearing your throat? As if you have some 'kich kich' in your throat?

"Zzzrrk, in our language means wife. Call me Zzzrrk, Grrrgal." She is not making fun of me, is she?

"The names, they have a nice ring to them. Very original, very endearing. Approved." Kaiya expressed her views on the so called endearments and approved them with a holler.

But hey, I am the husband here, shouldn't it be me who should approve?

Where are my rights?

"I should approve too. I don't want to be called Girigirigal and I absolutely do not want to call her Zzzzkkkr." Usually, my scowls should have some affect in the family. Because I could be a little moody every now and then, other family members will get quieter when they recognize that I'm scowling.

Now, it is not!

Kaiya and my cousins saw my grimace but did not give it a rat's whisker!

Nonetheless, I will not go along with that nonsense endearments. That is Final!

"It's Grrrgal. 'Grrr' – as if you are gargling water in your throat and 'gal' has the same sound as 'gallbladder'." Demon girl started her nonsense again and not-so-surprisingly, Kaiya and my cousins are listening to it with keen interest.

"It is Zzzrrk. 'Zzz' – the sound of soft snoring; 'rr' the sound of soft roaring; 'K' the sound of crushed K at the end. Put it together it is Zzzrrk."

"Alright, call each other with your sweet and adorable endearments and you can enter the house." Kaiya insisted.

Demon girl called me that lame endearment quite naturally without any mistake. However, I had to take a couple of minutes to rehearse the sound of the name properly in my mind because I know that if I say it wrong, I would not be able to get in the house until I say it right.

Zzzzzrrr....

Nah, it's the sounds of snore, roar and crushed K combined together. It's Zzzrruk.

No, no, there is no 'u' sound in it.

Zzzk – Zzzrek – Zzzrik – Zzzkr

Zzzrrk. That right, Zzzrrk.

Taking a deep breath, I practiced the sound for over hundred times in my mind before finally saying the right name that satisfied everyone.

Barely!

"Zzzrrk. Now can we go in? I'm tired and need some rest." I'm in serious need of sleep now.

It's not that I'm sleepy, it is just that only sleep can put my brain to ease as per the current situations.

"Alright come in. From now on, call each other by your endearments only. It will promote a healthy relationship and will increase love between both of you." Kaiya, like a senior experienced person said her elderly words and finally walked us inside.

My whole family and relatives are all present in the living room and welcomed us with 'Aye', 'Yay' 'Yoo', 'Hooo' amidst applause.

I just politely smiled at everyone and walked to the staircase to go to my room when dad stopped me and pulled me back to the group of men relatives to have a chat.

With no other choice, I was forced to be included in the ongoing discussion between men regarding me, my marriage, my amazing wife and my future with her.

The setting is, if I disagree with them, I will be forced to listen earful of scolding and complaints. If I agree with them, it would be a lie and my heart hurts due to that.

How was I in the past and how am I now!

Soon, the kitchen staff announced that the dinner is ready and everyone gathered in the dining hall to fill our stomachs.

For some reason, the menu for the dinner tonight is quite interesting.

There's oysters stew, oysters Rockefeller, spicy con carne, honey glazed chicken, Guacamole with tortilla, Almond salmon, red wine braised short ribs, fig jam spread on cheese, chocolate mousse and ginger lemon tea.

The spread is quite extensive and absolutely mouth watering but there is seriously something weird about the surroundings right now.

After looking at the dishes on the table, everyone glanced at demon girl and me with a teasing smile before waving at the staff to serve the food.

Looking at this, the children also smiled at both of us imitating a teasing look from the elders even though they did not know what is happening.

The menu for children is different and surprisingly, the unmarried ones have a separate menu as well.

So basically, only the married ate the table full of goodness.

With hesitation and doubt, I went along and started to eat. My wife, the demon girl, beside me is eating with such enjoyment that for some unknown reason, increased my appetite too.

The way she is eating is actually not very appetizing and proper but the way she is enjoying the food got me to eat more.

I wonder if she is using some kind of damned amulet on me again!

The food was so good and so sumptuous that I almost licked the plate clean. The taste of the food is quite different from what is usually made at home so when I asked mom about it, she said that the food is made by dad, Cyrus and my uncles this evening and the staff only reheated the food and finished with the garnishing.

I never knew dad could cook so well?

"You really made this dad? Why didn't I know that you can cook?" I gasped as I popped a slice of cheese with fig jam on it in my mom.

My goodness! So tasty!

"You don't know because he did not make it for you before. I and Liana had eaten the food he made many times. By the way, the food made tonight is not exactly for you, it is dad's way of welcoming his daughter-in-law." Kaiya broke the harsh and bitter secret – aka – truth which broke my heart.

When the whole world is going on one trend, why is my family so bent on going on a different trend?

My Valen family is too matriarchal!

As an heir, I have no value in this home but as a new daughter-in-law, my dad even made such good food for her?

Aren't I the only son of the Valens?

Am I not the one to take forward the family name in the future?

Why am I not as important as my wife?

I can still understand if dad pampered Kaiya and Liana. He has always been a daughters-crazy-dad. How come he even cooked for demon girl, a daughter-in-law, and never prepared a cup of tea for me?

This is partiality.

This is being biased.

This is injustice.

This is inequality!

Before I could ponder more on my complaints, Cyrus ushed me into the bathroom of another room, ripped my clothes and dipped me in the already prepared bath tub.

Being an army man, his actions were so fluid that I could not recover from my shock until the hot water cover the whole of my body and the scent of the bath bubbles hit my nose.

After washing up unwillingly, I was given an almost transparent white shirt and beige chinos to wear. My doubts were not answered and I was forced to get dressed in something that is not a nightwear.

Finally, after I was prepared like a birthday cake by my brother-in-law, I was taken to my bedroom finally and then was pushed inside.

And before I know, the door behind me was closed shut and was locked from outside. The moment I saw my room looking very much unlike it, I was stunned frozen.

As I step into the room, the first thing that hits me is the soft, warm glow of the ambient lighting. The entire space is bathed in a golden hue, creating an intimate, almost magical atmosphere. The lights are dimmed just enough to cast a romantic glow, but not too much—enough to make everything feel cozy and private. Soft, flickering candles line the edges of the room and float gently on the nightstand, their delicate flames dancing –

Wait, is this still my own bedroom?

The bed is the centerpiece, draped in a rich, ivory-colored satin duvet, the fabric so smooth it almost feels like silk. The pillows are fluffed perfectly, stacked high with deep reds and soft blush tones, as though inviting us to sink into them and forget about everything else. Petals of deep red roses have been carefully scattered across the bed, their sweet fragrance subtly filling the air, adding to the feeling of luxury and desire.

A gentle scent of lavender and jasmine lingers in the air from the strategically placed essential oil diffuser, mixing with the heady aroma of the candles. I can feel the warmth in the room from the soft, glowing light and the slight, fragrant breeze coming from a small window open just enough to let in the night air, though it's warm and inviting.

The curtains are drawn but not completely shut, allowing just a hint of moonlight to seep through, casting a soft glow over the room. The walls are adorned with romantic artwork—delicate, soft landscapes and serene scenes that somehow made me jelly in my legs.

The table next to the bed holds a small bottle of champagne, two flutes perfectly placed beside it. There's a platter of fresh strawberries, dipped in dark chocolate, tempting and sweet, set to one side.

This room is not just a place to rest; it's a space designed for connection, for intimacy, for love.

And then my eyes finally landed on her.

She was standing right there, near the window, wearing something that seems to there on the body but also not there at all.

And she looked absolutely –

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