Her night-after
She removed her slippers and climbed on the bed in her room in Appa's
house. She lay down and closed her eyes instantly, overcome by her sisters'
constant teasing, and fatigued by the day's events, and... night's. A sly smile crept up on her face at the mention of 'night' inside her head. Two days ago, if someone would have told her how her
married life would take a drastic turn, for the better, she wouldn't have
believed it. But it was true, her marriage crossed that ultimate destination,
all pieces of this puzzle fitting in perfectly, revealing a beautiful picture
of the times to come ahead.
She was lost in her thoughts, when suddenly she felt some weight on the
other side of the bed. He was getting ready to sleep too. Before her thoughts
could fly away to him, she found a strong arm encircling her from behind, his
arm. He snuggled closer to her, rested his chin on her shoulder, and entwined
his fingers with her in the front. Whispering "Good night, Madrassan, " he
kissed her on the nape of her neck, then on her cheek and closed his eyes.
It took her a minute to fathom all that happened in a matter of these
few seconds. The widest smile appeared on her face once the realization hit
her. She'd been in a daze ever since he first kissed her yesterday. Their first
kiss, their first everything. It hadn't really sunken in, until now. Now, when
he casually embraced her, kissed her and wished her good night, did she feel
this momentous change in their relationship. She opened her eyes, looked at
their entwined digits and felt in awe of the moment, and, of the man, her man.
All her life she had faced rejection. The feeling of being unwanted
entrenched so deep inside her that one word from his ex and she broke apart
into pieces, even though she knew how much he loved her. Yes, he loved her, he
loved his parents' daughter-in-law, his siblings' sister-in-law, his children's
mother, his best friend. But did he love her?
That single emotion drove everything else from her mind as she struggled to
compose herself in the party last night. She was at her weakest yesterday, was
hit where it hurt, and all she could do was go downhill from there. That is
when he chose to spoke up, aghast that she didn't know what effect did she have
on him. He didn't want her to change, even for him. He pleaded with her not to
change, for he was in love with her
the way she was. And he proved his point well, rather, his lips proved all the
points.
She involuntarily went back to their wedding night. Another hotel room,
another era. Remembering the events of that night made her chuckle. From their
first night, to their first night,
how had their feelings changed. From anger to indifference to companionship to friendship
to understanding to love to passion.
She blushed at the thought of his gentle kisses all over her. How he slept like
a baby in her arms, all spent from the night. How he later wrapped her in his
arms, just like that, marking her - his, even in his sleep. He is possessive,
she thought smilingly. More importantly, he is hers, yesterday, today and forever from this moment on. He wanted
her, he cherished her, he protected her, he made her feel like she was the only
woman in this world, and she was,
for him. He gave her all that she was told she could never get. He made her everything that she was
told she could never be.
Last night, she felt at peace, and it reflected on her face this morning
when she woke up to his charm. How natural did it feel for her to capture both
his arms tightly, and for him to blow on her face to tuck that loose strand in.
As if, it was routine, it was always meant to be, they were always meant to be. There was no embarrassment, just an
acceptance of their new, beautiful journey into this marriage. He exuded raw
happiness when he woke her up, the one that comes from within, and her state
was no different. He was her heavenly abode that she would retreat to, for
anything and everything. Finally, she felt at home.
Right now, once again in his arms, in this blissful moment, she felt
truly blessed. Her heart and mind was always in sync with his, and now, her soul
is his too. She closed her eyes in contentment, knowing well that every morning
from now on, will be a new morning after.
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