As you and Abeer stepped into the grand ancestral house, the warm chatter of relatives filled the air. The scent of marigolds and incense lingered, mingling with the rich aroma of festive sweets.

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. 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 proper kurta, leggings and dupatta.

“Beta, you’re finally here!” an aunt beamed, pulling you into a hug. Abeer stiffened beside you, his hand firm on your waist. He hated crowds. Hated sharing you with so many people.

He greeted them curtly, his deep voice sending a ripple of respect through the room. You felt his fingers tighten when a distant cousin looked at you a second too long.

“Come, let me show you both your room,” the host said, leading you down the hall.

The guest room was spacious but unfamiliar.