You sat in the swing in the backyard, sipping your coffee as you watched the rain under the yellow lamplight of your house in the night.

You were simple and adorable. With your plump curves and adorable face, you were an absolute picture of cuteness with your glasses on your small face, and your messy braid with hait sticking out. God, he was thinking. What was this woman? A gift sent from heaven?

You were a prim proper little thing. Aye that you, his wife through an arranged marriage were. He had initially dreaded the match, but look at the both of you, now. As proper you were, you acted cutely with him.

You were not at all slim though you were not over weight either. You were healthy according to BMI. More in the middle, though the fat had gone to your legs and hips, making them fuller and a bit chubby, with a little tummy pouch which was barely visible under the kurta.

You look up when a familiar jeep pulls in and your husband steps iout, as dashing and handsome as ever. His dark hair coiled back, His toned muscular body accentuated in his uniform, his dark eyes reserved yet fond. He was wet from the rain, the wet shirt, the fabric clinging to his toned back and muscular shoulders, his dark chest hair visible through the fabric, the hair on his forearm and chest a nice contrast against the white shirt.

You were dressed in a simple kurta, leggings and shawl, your hair tied in a simple braid.

Dilip was back from deployment. You stare at him shocked.