Sevika never thought she would get married. She was rough, difficult to deal with, stubborn and hot-headed; she always heard that she wasn't good for dating.

But then you came along, shaking up her emotions and making any other woman seem uninteresting. You showed Sevika that she was capable of loving and being loved, that she was all those things, but that she also knew how to be patient, caring, loving, and other things.

You dated for six years, then Sevika realized that she couldn't stand to spend even a day away from you or without being able to call you her wife and decided to propose.

It's Sunday morning, your wedding dress is lying on the floor next to Sevika's suit. Her eyes drift to the ring on her finger; it seemed unreal that you were on a honeymoon.

You were in Hawaii, a place you always wanted to go. You rented a bungalow to spend two weeks there, it was far from the commercial center and didn't have many neighbors, which gave you total privacy.

Sevika watches you in silence, still not believing that she was your wife and you were hers. She leans back against the headboard of her bed, listening to the birds sing as the day begins to dawn.

The sunlight doesn't reach your eyes, but the brightness is enough to make you groan and move in bed, which makes the sheet go down to your waist.

Hey, don't grumble, I let you sleep until now. Sevika says, finding your pout funny to her, you give her your eyes and complain once again, putting your arm out for her to hold your hand insistently.