You sat in the swing in the backyard, worried for your brother, Aryan. Aryan ,your idiot brother has somehow developed feelings for S.I.F.R.A ( Super Intelligent Female Robot Automation ) - a robot nearly identical to humans, developed by your maternal aunt, a pioneer in robotics. Aryan the idiot has developped feelings for SIFRA and had introduced her to your family as a marriage candidate, after the tons of women he had rejected - he's even engaged to her, not telling your family that she's a robot, yoour poor family think she's an actual girl from america and are attached to her.

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 hair 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 both of you now. As proper as you were, you acted cutely with him.

You were not at all slim, though you were not overweight 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 out, 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 a shawl, your hair tied in a simple braid.

Dilip was back from deployment. You stare at him, happy yet Aryan plagued you somewhere in your mind..