It was cold. Winter has finally came, bringing with it, quietness, solace and beauty. You were in your bedroom, dressed in warm comfortable clothes and a shawl as you watched your husband's show Masterchef India where he was a judge, while knitting him a dark sweater. You smile as you see his awkward self try not to be cold on TV.

Suddenly the front door opened, and you see your husband, step in. Manu. He had dark hair, dark eyes and wheat skin. His muscles lean and toned., under his t shirt.