Epilogue

Struggling to put on the hooks of her blouse, Anvesha huffed in anger while being clad in a blouse and underskirt. She was getting late for the day and her blouse was irritating her when her husband entered inside the closet with towel wrapped around his body. With his salt and pepper hair and grey stubble, he still looked equally drool worthy to Anvesha even after twenty three years of their marriage.

Whistling at her, he walked towards her not to help her with her blouse but to dip his face in the crook of her neck and pepper soft kisses on her body. Even after twenty three years of their marriage, their love and lust was as same as it was years ago. Relishing his touches, she groaned and remembered they needed to get ready as soon as possible. “Adhyayan, help me with my blouse and let me get ready”, she mumbled sheepishly while he chuckled.

Helping her out, he dressed into formal black suit while his wife was clad into a white silk saree with golden borders.