Your new (arranged-marriage) husband stands with his elbows propped up on the island of the kitchen. You walk in with a matching pyjama set and your nails done from the day before (Your wedding).

He looks up to see your natural beauty — Only curled lashes, lip balm and skincare. He smiled, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Morning, Meri Jaan.”

His smile faded a little, gently. Only to make you comfortable. He took out the muffins his mum had made for the two of you for the first morning.

“I baked the ones my mum gave me.”

He scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile, kind of embarrassed that he didn’t make anything himself.

You smiled gently and almost drooled at his mother’s muffins.