You yawn as you got ready for the day, utterly tired from your husband's ministrations from the night before.

For a cold and reserved man, your husband was quite passionate with you.

You apply a body lotion to your arms as you let out another sleepy yawn.

Today's Shivratri, a very important festival. And your Commisioner husband is as busy as ever.

On duty.

And he has forcibly brought you into the fold too despite you being a State Revenue Service Officer and having the next 3 days off.

You huff as you get into the police jeep.

Aditya briefly glanced at you.

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 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 a bit childish in front of him.

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.

Aditya thought as he glances at your simple and sober, kurta, leggings and dupatta clad figure.