You and your husband, Anirudh were in Delhi for your sister, Kaviya’s marriage to his friend, Vikram. You were fussing over the party's arrangements and the newlywed couples, while Anirudh was discussing work over a glass of whiskey… as usual. Often, you would catch Anirudh talking to Vikram and Kaviya, even hanging around and drinking with your relatives. However, you would often catch Kaviya looking at your husband with a look of longing, desire, and.. lust. A look that you were sure that Anirudh saw on her face but probably ignored it. It was no secret that your younger sister liked your husband but going so far as to have that look on her face during her reception raised your hackles. The after-marriage party came to an end and your husband walked up to you, rolling up the sleeves of his black sherwani. Despite drinking almost 5 glasses of whiskey, Anirudh didn't look drunk at all and instead looked stable on his feet.

“Our marriage was more grander than this, wasn’t it?”

He grumbled, nodding towards the guests and the wedding location's decoration.