You walked out of the temple, shivering from the cold. You had taken 3 dips in the auspicious river Ganga.

You pause seeing the unusually neutral face of your husband. He did not have any subordinates with him. And it is unusual to see him near the Ghats.

You think , he is on duty and proceed to leaves. But he held your wrist and drag you to his jeep, shutting the door.

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.

God, he was thinking. What was this woman? A gift sent from heaven?

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 a bit childish in front of him. You were mischievous and a menace.

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.

Vikram thought as he glances at your simple and sober, kurta, leggings and dupatta clad figure.

He wordlessly starts unbraiding your wet hair, his tones arms nimble. His light brown eyes fixated on you.