Serendipity

Episode #40 : You Are Looking Mine

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Abhimanyu stirred in bed as the sunlight through the window started teasing his closed eyes. His forehead creased slightly but his smile didn't falter that he had while sleeping. Stretching his arms, he squinted his eyes open to witness the most beautiful sight of the world.

Suman was stood at the window, putting aside the curtains. She was looking straight at him with a mischievous smile and the sunlight behind her made it seem like she was glowing.

He was so mesmerized by her beauty that his foggy brain belatedly registered she had worn a saree.

He sucked in a breath.

Before their marriage, once she had casually asked him was it mandatory for women to wear saree in his house as she had never worn one before. He had assured it wasn't and she could dress up as per convenience and had resisted the urge to tell her he was dying to see her in a saree.

But now, seeing her walk towards him in a pastel pink and smokey grey saree, the same one he had been admiring in the mall during their shopping, he felt his heart nearly bursting out of his chest.

As she came within his reach, he grasped her wrist and tugged her forward. She gasped, a twinkling laugh escaping her as she fell flat over him. Her silky hair curtaining around his head and blocking the sunlight.

"You are looking..." - words failed him. What could be said ? Beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, mesmerizing and every other adjective was falling short of her beauty.

Her smile widened at his silence. She arched a brow teasingly. "I am looking... ?"

His hand came up and tucked some of her hair behind her back. Just enough to have a clear and unobscured look of her.

"You are looking mine. Abhi's Suman."

That's what came to his mind. And it was true. She was always such beguilingly, charmingly beautiful but in that moment, her glowing existence with vermilion and nuptial chain, the subtle fragrance of henna oozing off her hands, the addicting mix of his scent coming from her body, it was disarming. Everything telling him that the amazing woman above him, who had an undisputed reign over his heart, mind and soul, was his.

Her teasing expressions melted away in a soft and appeased smile. "'Cause I am. Abhi's Suman." - she whispered back, brushing their chins together as an affectionate gesture.

A peaceful and quiet sigh left his mouth. He would never, like NEVER EVER, get tired of hearing her say that.

"I thought you don't like sarees.." - his soft statement held a question.

She folded her arms over his sternum and placed her chin over her folded hands. Getting cozy.

"I'm not used to sarees because I had never worn one before. And that's because they seemed uncomfortable to carry being a student and hosteller. Short frocks over loose pyjamas are time saving and easy going." - she explained and in her current pose, he found her cute doing so.

"So why the change of mind ?"

"Wellll..." - she stretched the word, her tone changing that made him raise an eyebrow. "I saw you looking at this saree in the mall. So when Parth Bhai had taken you away for Sherwani tryouts, I checked this out. They had a man's shirt made of the same cloth as they were selling it for couples."

Now his other eyebrow also joined the first as he realized what was she implying.

"You bought that, didn't you ?" - he asked, a smile slowly stretching his lips.