Whenever I think about her, a smile creeps onto my face. Such is the effect her presence has on me. When she's not around, I feel incomplete. Words fail to explain the importance she holds for me. She is as important as air for me.

She adds colors to my existence. Her beautiful face, her tiny nose, those beautiful eyes - how much I love it all! Her beautiful frame draped in a traditional saree. That mischievous look on her face! She's grown so much! She can make any man fall head over heels for her and that's what gets on my nerves sometimes. Yet I know, she belongs to me. She's mine.

The sound of her bangles is music to my ears. The jingling of her anklets when she runs around the mansion makes me fall for her all over again.

I've seen her grow. The way she questions the wrong beliefs, the patriarchy -holds a special place in my heart. When she raises her voice against odds, there's no turning back. She can go to any extent to prove the truth and prove herself right. She can never ever see anyone in pain, that's how she's always been. She is the most courageous woman I've ever seen.

She can cross all limits to protect her family, even if the cost is her life. But as long as I'm with her, she'll never have to put her life in danger. She loves all of us, but deep down, I know, she loves me the most! She is not complete because of me, rather I'm complete with her. It's not me who's done so much for her, rather it's she who's done so much for me.

As a child, she'd look at those Roshogollas with eyes full of hunger. How much I miss her little self! That little angel who in such a tender age taught me many lessons which are needed in life. I think I was not her mentor, rather she was mentoring me all along. When she was a child, I loved her innocence, the way she'd squeal. The way she danced while clapping her tiny hands when she was happy is one of my favorite memories of her childhood. She still has the same habit. She has grown up to be a fine woman of ethics, traditions and courage but her inner innocence is still alive. The way her eyes drool over food!

She says she looks up to me, I'm her idol. But I believe that it's me who has looked up to her from so many years. She is my idol.

She still looks hungrily over Roshogollas and her eyes still have that glee when she gets to eat her favorite sweet. I won't lie. I sometimes feel jealous of those Roshogollas!

She once told me, "Patibabu, you are my sansaar (Universe)!"

How much beautiful those words are to me! But I want to tell her that she is my universe. My life starts at her and ends at her. She is my light, my kranti ki mashaal (torch of revolution)!

I'm blessed to have her. I love it when people say, "Look at him, he is her husband!"

This is what I've always dreamed of! People addressing me by joining her name with me!

How can I forget that cute blown up face of hers when she gets angry! The way she folds her arms and turns away is happiness to me! She doesn't know how much these small things affect me! She's the one who can calm the raging storm inside me when I'm furious.

The gasp that leaves her puffy lips when I touch her is something I love. My touch has so much affect on her. When my hands travels through her soft, long hair, I can sense the pleasure as I look into her eyes.

I hate tears in her eyes and if anyone makes her cry, I'm sure to drive him straight to hell for making her shed her valuable tears!

When she entangles her warm hands with my hands, I feel safe. I know I can stand against the whole world when I have her by my side.

When she hugs me and her head rests on my chest, it gives me pure bliss. The way her soft and sleek body rests against my strong hold! The way she drives me crazy and makes me fall in love again. Her habit of hugging me tightly in sleep gives me another kind of solace.

She is the blood that runs through my veins.

She is my everything. She is the one who has the key to my heart.

She is an epitome of love. No, she is love itself!

She loves me unconditionally, without any expectations. But I'm adamant to shower all my love on her! I've always loved her, even when she was a child. I would agree, I didn't love her as a Pathni back then. It was something different, it was love which is beyond explanation. Though I love her now as a Pathni and I'll never stop loving her! Loving her is my favorite job! She doesn't need to prove that she loves me even more than I do!

She will never walk behind me, but we'll always walk together besides each other.

We've surely come a long way!

She is the sun around which me, the earth, of course revolves.

It's her love, her care, her affection, her modesty, her humility that makes me go crazy at times for her.

It's her purity that I want to treasure forever.

Who am I to protect her when she has the courage to calm my inner demons?

Yes, Barrister Anirudh Roy Chowdhury, your Bondita is your lifeline!

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Hey! I'm so happy that you liked my first OS! It means a lot, really. I know this one is short too! But I'll try my best to write longer chapters.
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