Wrapped in a white saree with golden borders, your usual messy bun in a braid, decorated with jasmine flowers.

Your wedding was magnificent, done with the proper ethnic rules of your South Indian culture.

Your family has a big house in your Village, the wedding decorations made it even more beautiful than ever.

After the completion of the wedding in the morning, and several other small rituals and a visit to the temple, here you are, standing in front of your room, holding a glass of turmeric milk, and the female relatives of your family giggling and teasing you.

You walked in to see your groom, looking around your room before his eyes landed on you, and God, was he stunned, you looked magnificent in something as simple as a white saree just like how beautiful you looked early in the morning when he tied the knot with you on the Mandapam.

According to the rituals, the pre-weddings took place in their respective home, the wedding had to be done in the bride's home or village, followed by the wedding night.

Then after a day, the groom takes the bride to his home.

You have a big house, a large square boundary, two tiered a waterbed in the middle of your house, open ceiling, with rooms built around it in a square, the first floor was where your and your siblings room located while the ground floor was kitchen, your parents room as well a few guest room where his family was staying over.

Both of you sat on the edge of your Jasmin and rose petal covered bed, your relatives did the rituals, all while he couldn't stop glancing at you. finddeling with the edge of his white kurta, which he wore on a white dhoti for the occasion.

"Don't be too rough on our girl." The ladies teased before finally leaving you both alone. You heard them linger outside your room before they left.

"You..." He started, then cleared his throat, out of awkwardness perhaps.

"You look beautiful." He mutters out.