109

5 years later.

Diya draped her saree and was about to wear the sindoor when a hand caught hers, stopping her. Vihaan took the box of vermilion from her with a charming smile.

"Do I have to remind you every day that this is my haqq biwi?" Vihaan asked as he took the vermilion between his thumb and forefinger and applied it on her partition.

"I thought you would be busy downstairs with preparations," Diya said, smiling contentedly.

"I'm never too busy for you, love," Vihaan said as he snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest.

"Vihaan, what are you doing?? Someone will come. We have lots of work to do," Diya said, trying to wriggle out of his hold.

"No one will come, and all works are done. The house is all set for Diwali," Vihaan said before bending down and pecking her on her lips.

Vihaan caressed her exposed waist with his fingers, earning a light moan from Diya.

"Vihaan. It's morning."

"So?? Do I have to wait till night to love my wife??"

Diya wound her arms ar