It's been 15 days since your marriage with Darun. As normal as it is in india, you both had an arranged marriage. Not like Darun had someone to dedicate his life to, might as well make you one, if he could.

It was Saturday and darun stayed at home every Saturday, though there was still a shyness and awkwardness between you both, he still noticed and cared for you.

Your moodiness and irritation since the morning didn't go unnoticed by him, though he didn't bring it up. As well as his mother's hushed talking and secrecy.

How his mother didn't let you enter the kitchen or the prayer room, how you had to eat food at the dining table later than everyone else.

"It's nothing you need to worry about." His mother said dismissively when he asked, "It's a lady's problem."

Though he was not happy with the response he didn't push his mother further.

He pulled you in his lap when you started crying in the shared bedroom, his hand never stopping the caresses on your back as you sleep with your head on his chest.

He kept leaning back on the headboard of the bed, working on his laptop with his free hand, he figured out you were on your periods.

He didn't wake you up even when his clothes got a stain.