He took his sweet time admiring his wife. Without a doubt, he found her beautiful, extremely beautiful. She always carried herself with grace.
Her long hair reached to her waist and she secured it with a hairpin behind. She wore a red saree that looked heavy with all the embroideries on it. Her henna-clad hands were carrying the weight of bridal bangles.
Oh! She was a sight to behold.
Vermillion on her forehead, nuptial chain on her neck. She was stunning.
So gorgeous to take the breath away of her husband.
The husband had been trying to keep his thoughts to himself since the morning when he saw her like this.
He looked at her fidgeting her fingers, "What is it? " He tried to ease her worry.
"Can I ask you something? " The seriousness in her voice made him worried. What did she want to ask him? Nonetheless, he nodded.
"I know it's a personal question. I promise I won't judge you. But did... Did you ever date? I mean girlfriend. I don't know if it's too late or too early to ask this question. I..."Â She wiped her palm on her saree while nervously asking him not meeting his gaze.
"Never." You are the first time I am trying to date. He wanted to say the last part but restrained himself, it was too soon to say a line like that.
"I mean I never got time for anything. Just studies and then job and now I am married so definitely no chance. " He answered her and amusement danced on his face the moment he saw a smile on her face.
He wasn't aware that him not dating anyone would give her this happiness.
She looked at him grinning but in a second she lost her smile, she was probably thinking something he realized. He guessed she was someone who overthinks.
Well, He was right.
Here she was running high on her imagination.
She was thinking of one-night stands he probably had. Now she couldn't ask that explicitly, could she? Not even a proper day she was married to him but all she wanted was to not share her husband at all.
She had her dreams, she had her own fantasies about her husband. She may had a baby face but she did have some naughty fantasies too that she was really shy to try out. She might never tell those to him.
She always dreamed of her husband to his first as she was also saving herself for her husband. She didn't dare ask him this before and now she felt overwhelmed. Considering her handsome husband, she had her doubts.
But what if he had nightstands?
She was horrified.
I am judging way too much. I shouldn't. I am being a horrible human being. It's okay even if he had, He shouldn't have in the future that matters. He must be committed to me that is all that matters. I won't judge him. I won't.
No matter how much her heart was hurting she was trying her best to console herself. Probably she would take some time to digest it.
"What are you thinking? " He tapped her palm when she didn't respond even after he called her two times.
She shook her head to clear her thought and tried smiling at him, "N... Nothing"
But her face gave away she was thinking something troublesome.
"If you say so. So what ... " He couldn't even complete when she quickly responded, "I also didn't date anyone. Never "
He chuckled at her expression, "I was asking about what you like in food. But thanks for the information." He teased her making her embarrassed at her fast tongue.
"I... I... Didn't even kiss anyone " She immediately turned her gaze away as soon as his eyes met hers.
And Samridh immediately caught her words, "You are my first too"
Now he knew what she was thinking and couldn't ask him directly.
"In everything" He teased her again as her cheeks burned with that sly smile on his face.
Her heart was jumping with the information. She was his first too.
Her cheeks were matching to shade of her saree. She looked so cute that he wanted to pull her cheeks and maybe plant a soft kiss too.
"You can rest, it was a tiring day yesterday" Getting up, He adjusted the pillows on the mattress leaving space for her to lay down.
"You must rest too" She shifted on the side making space for him.
Though he was going to check some emails but his wife's words seemed to affect him.
He lay down beside her. They had a decent distance between them.
In the silence of the room, both of them drifted to sleep. They were really tired because of the functions.
Even when they had a very simple marriage, the amount of functions they had to perform tired them.
They were consumed by sleep till evening. And when Samridh opened his eyes he found his arm entangled around her soft waist. And her henna-clad legs above his. Her saree was lifted to her knees, he could feel her heavy anklets.
Two seconds. Just two seconds he looked at her and an electrocuting feeling passed through his body.
Her slow warm breathes near his chest were not helping either. He suppressed the urge to put her closer and quickly jerked off her before his mind could wander to some unholy places.
Nothing had such a strong effect on him. His mind almost stopped working. He couldn't understand why she was affecting him this much.
Not even a complete day with her and he was this attracted towards her.
Was it because he was experiencing this closeness for the first time in his entire life? Or beacuse it was her, Ruchi, His wife.