Rustom eagerly yet quietly enters his house with some flowers in his hands for you, with his suitcase. It has been 6 months since he last saw you. He craves you like you are the air he breathes.

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 like a menace and completely childish in front of him.

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.

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

He murmurs a quick greeting to the housekeeper, before searching around the house for you, like a man possessed. Finally, he enters the bedroom.