Anav's POV

Today, almost a week after our marriage, we finally came to our home, and for the first time, I was alone with her. I had been eagerly anticipating this moment because I wanted to express my feelings for her.

She seemed tired—who wouldn't be after their own wedding?

"Can I kiss you?" I asked gently. I didn't want her to think I was driven by lust. I sought her consent, hoping to make her comfortable. I desired to kiss her plump lips, but I knew that could escalate things quickly. For now, a tender kiss on her forehead would suffice. She never denied me anything, and I sensed she, too, wanted to take the next step.

I gave her a light peck on her forehead and then we headed to bed. I can feel her eyes on me but I don't want to embarrass her so acted like I slept until my eyes actually started feeling heavy.

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I woke up at 5 AM, as usual, and found myself on the edge of the bed. I looked to my left—there she was, my beautiful wife, sprawled on her stomach, occupying the whole bed. Her left leg and arm draped over me.

Wow, such a cutie.

I carefully removed her hand and leg from my body, stole a quick kiss, and headed to the washroom. After my morning routine, I locked the main door, as she was still sleeping, and went for a run.

I returned home at 7:30, certain she would be awake and wondering about my whereabouts. Yet, as I crossed the threshold, the same silence greeted me, unbroken since my departure. I quietly opened the door to our room and stopped in my tracks. It wasn't because she was sleeping or sprawled across the bed, but because her kurti had ridden up, revealing her midriff, her soft, endearing belly exposed. Naturally, a surge of desire washed over me—she is my wife, after all, and this longing is only fitting. But more than anything, she looked irresistibly adorable.

How can someone be both irresistibly cute and utterly arousing at the same time?

She is very very cute.

I selected my clothes from the almirah and placed them carefully on the corner of the bed, then proceeded to take a bath.

Emerging from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around my waist, I secretly hoped she would be awake to see me shirtless. Her flustered expression the last time had been utterly delightful. But she remained asleep. I dressed, combed my hair, and quietly left the room.

It's 8:30 AM now. Should I make breakfast for us? I'm uncertain about her preferences—what if she's a picky eater? I recall she made potato parathas when I visited to teach her. Perhaps I can prepare that.

I made two cups of tea and parathas. Just as I turned to head to our room, she emerged, rubbing her right eye with the back of her hand.

"Good morning, Dhara," I said softly, my voice still heavy with sleep.

"Good... mo... (yawning) ... rning," she replied, stretching languidly.

I chuckled at her antics.

"Go freshen up; breakfast and tea are ready."

She wandered over to the table, eyes widening at the sight of the steaming parathas and freshly brewed tea. "You made all these?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

"Yes, come quickly before they get cold."

She dashed off to freshen up.

I served a paratha on her plate and placed another on mine. I didn't take a bite, eager to see her reaction first.

"Sir..."

I gave her a playful glare.

"Uh... A... Anav, the parathas are delicious, even better than mine."

"Are you buttering me up, Dhara?" I asked, giving her a teasing side-eye.

"No, no, seriously! Trust me, I'm not trying to flatter you. They're really..."

"Relax, Dhara, I was joking. I trust you."

She looked down, a shy smile playing on her lips.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She began to rise, but I gently stopped her. "You eat, I'll get it."

I opened the door to find Rajeev grinning.

"Hello, loverboy," he said, pulling me into a hug.

"Don't call me that," I whisper-yelled, but he just laughed, ignored me and entered.

"Hello, Dharini, oops... bhabhi," he waved at her, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Hello, sir... please, come join us," Dhara said, glancing at me for approval. I nodded subtly, having no objections. After all, Rajeev is my brother, and he regards Dhara as his sister-in-law.

Rajeev took a seat at the dining table while I settled beside Dhara.

"Ah, it's okay, bhabhi. No need for formalities; I'm already at home here. By the way, I came to congratulate you. Congratulations on your results," he said, handing her a small bouquet of flowers.

Her smile widened as she accepted the bouquet.

She loves flowers.

"Wow, Potato Parathas! Bhabhi, you know, he can make potato parathas and they are the best potato parathas in the world, but he hardly ever makes them. Those who get to taste them are truly lucky. I’ve had them only two or three times, and that too after begging for them," Rajeev said, loading a paratha onto his plate.

"These were made by him," Dhara revealed.

"What?" Rajeev looked at me in disbelief. "You made potato parathas for her already?"

"Stop being dramatic and eat," I replied.

"Huh, rude," he muttered.

"Shut up," I said with a smirk.

After breakfast, Rajeev left.

The rest of the day flowed beautifully as Dhara and I delved into conversations about our likes and dislikes, sharing childhood stories and laughing together. She began to open up, shedding her introverted shell bit by bit.

"And I thought, if a barber can cut hair, why can't I? So, I cut one side of her hair, then to even it out, I cut some more, and ended up cutting her whole shoulder-length hair. They had to shave her head because of the uneven cut. Luckily, she was just four years old," Dhara recounted, laughing heartily.

How carefree and comfortable she is getting with me.

"You were quite the mischievous one," I remarked.

"I still am, but now I know my actions have consequences, so I keep it in check," she replied with a playful smile.

"I want a daughter like you," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

She stopped laughing and blushed, looking down.

Am I getting better at flirting?