You were simple and adorable. With your plump curves and adorable face, you were an absolute picture of cuteness with your glasses on your small face, and your messy braid 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 cutely with him.

You were not at all slim though you were not over weight either. You were healthy according to BMI. More in the middle, though the 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.

You were dressed in a simple kurta, leggings and shawl, your hair tied in a simple braid.

You sat in your chambers, filling your paperwork. You were an IAS ( Indian Administrative Service ) officer, diligent and much loved. You joined as Magistrate from the very beginning due to passing UPSC ( Union PUblic Service Commission ) with a high score.

Now you were the DM ( District Magistrate ) of Udhampur.

You look up when the door opens and your husband steps in, as dashing and handsome as ever. His dark hair coiled back, His toned muscular body accentuated in his uniform, his dark eyes reserved yet fond.

You stand up, discarding your paperwork as you walk to him.