Author's POV But as soon as she opened the door her smile faded away and a sadly surprised look took over her. " Mom, dad?  '' Koushalya spoke with a hint of sadness when she saw her in-laws at the doorstep, instead of her husband.  " See, my idea of surprise worked, " said Muthu with a proud smile while his wife Supriya nodded in agreement.  Sanjiv's mother, Supriya, and his father Muthu smiled seeing their daughter in law, koushy covered her sadness with a smile and welcomed them  Koushalya was a bit disappointed with Sanjeev not being there, that doesn't mean she dislikes her in-laws.  Of Course not. She loves her in-laws just like she loves her parents. It's just she was expecting her husband and when she couldn't find him there, the sudden sadness took a few minutes to process.  It's almost going to be three months of Koushalya and Sanjiv's marriage. And this is the first time that San

  Author's POV " Please " " No " " Please.... please... Sanju "  " I said no... means No " " But I like this one, please only once let me try this for once " Koushalya beamed pointing her index finger towards a black-colored flower printed jumpsuit, which gain Koushalya's attention by its classic design.  She can already imagine herself in that dress. It was a normal Sunday when Sanjiv and Koushalya decided to go shopping as it's been a long time since they shopped. It's been almost a month since they have become usual with each other after their fight. Sanjiv's parents went back to their village after spending some time with their son and daughter-in-law.  They were already done with groceries and snacks for the rest of the month and finally walked into the clothing section. Where Koushalya's all attention went to the black-colored jumpsuit which was displayed in the front row of the

Sanjiv's POV I thought we would be having a romantic passionate night after reveling her about our mini trip.But no, my wife has to ruin it by dragging unnecessary topics. Can't she just accept the things for once without questioning them? Okay, I accept, I talked more than I should. But can't she ignore that considering my efforts to make her happy by taking her on a trip? Isn't she should be happy? Her husband has just gifted her something exclusive?I hoped she would be happy to know that we would be spending our quality time for the whole weak, only us. But no my wife wants to spoil it, attending her friend's wedding is more important for her. I mean, as a good wife her priority should be me, her husband. Not her friend nor her job. All above that, the way she spoke to me was way more surprising for me. I never knew she has such a sharp tongue, at least till now. I saw the confidence

  Author's POV  "Onion " was what he heard from her. "What?" This reads the word labeled frame his mouth. "What did you say?" Sanjeev used hair, making a brown at hair.  Seriously? Which women think about onion after having such wild sex with her husband?  Seeing his eyes staring at her with confusions, Koushalya giggled and ruffled his feather-like smooth and silky hairs and spoke "I meant, whenever I try to get your exact character into my head, I feel you like onion, " she stopped and looked at him with a smile, who's all attention is on her. Making sure his attention is on her only, she again continued " yeah, you're just like an onion, with so many layers, charming, polished man, adorable, idealistic and hubristic, etc. I thought introverted people just have one poker face like you when I met you for the first time, but you seem different now, it feels like you're a different person from what you show o

Author's POV Turning off the shower Koushalya took the towel from the hanger and wrapped herself into it. She took another towel and dried her hair with it, and kept that towel in its place. Gazing at herself in the mirror she touched her collarbone where Sanjiv had given her a big wide hickey last night. She smiled remembering their passionate night. It's been a few minutes since she woke up and decided to take a shower first. Sanjiv was busy with some phone office calls.  As he already told her that he doesn't know how to make a coffee, Koushalya had no choice other than to get up from bed and do her stuff on her own. Although she was feeling tired and exhausted she doesn't have a choice here. Walking out of the bathroom she went to her cupboard and took out a plain peach-colored Kurti paired up with white ankle pants.  She hurriedly changed into clothes and put her slightly wet hair in a bun. Applying vermilion on her hair