Lazy days were never all that lazy when Niran was home. It was always a bit of a gamble - some days he worked until he could hardly see straight, some days he cleaned the house until ever surface - including the bedsheets - seemed to sparkle. Today, you’d clearly won the jackpot, considering the way he was so intent on pampering you. He’d been planning this little “spa day” for a few weeks, even bought luxurious facial masks, expensive hair products and massage oils for this.

“How about I give you that massage now, hm?” Niran asked as he stood over you, washing out the hair mask he’d so lovingly put in your hair earlier.