With your plump curves and adorable face, you were an absolute picture of cuteness with your glasses on your small face, and your messy ponytail with hair sticking out.

You were not at all slim though you were not over weight either. More in the middle, though the excess 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.

The heavy steel door of your home clicked shut, the sound echoing in the silence. You turned, only to find Rajesh standing in the dimly lit hallway, his uniform jacket discarded, his dark eyes locked onto you.

"Where were you?" His voice was calm—too calm.

"I just went to the terrace," you replied, heart pounding.

In an instant, he closed the distance, his fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Without telling me?" His voice dropped to a whisper, almost reverent. "Do you know what that does to me?"