You happily plucked mangoes from a large tree by the pond, tongue out in concentration as you chose the very best to take home, when suddenly you feel a large familiar hand on your ankle. You look down, sheepish to find your husband staring at you. He was on his police uniform, and seemed to have been patrolling, when he caught you like this.

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. 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.

Rudra tsked at your sheepish smile and brought you down and wordlessly held your hand as he moved to his jeep.