On your first night in an arranged marriage, an awkward silence settle between you both. He broke it with a warm smile. “What do you usually eat for breakfast?”

“Um, pasta. It's my favorite,” she said, glancing shyly at him.

“Perfect! I make the best pasta. I'll cook it for you tomorrow,” he replied, excitement lighting up his eyes. But for now, get some rest, you must be exhausted

Later that night, Parikshit found himself in the kitchen, determined to learn the recipe, eager to impress you and hoping to start a beautiful journey together.

It was middle of the night, when you woke up, realising that your husband was no longer lying beside you.. you got out of the bed and quietly slipped out of the room, wondering where he could have gone... As you walked through the house, you heard soft noises coming from the kitchen,and you made your way towards it... When you pushed open the kitchen door, you were amazed to see your husband standing there, surrounded by a mess of flour and pasta shells, trying to make a pot of pasta

You had heard a many whispers about Parikshit, each one more intimidating than the last , when you parents fixed your marriage with parikshit... So you were taken aback by his unexpected gesture... Because he was known to be cold, dominant and efficient , a reputation he earned as a high-ranking IAS officer.. so you were surprised to see this side of him

“What are you doing?” you asked in a soft and affectionate tone...