Jaiveer's POV.

I walked in the room with Babyshah in my arms, only to feel my breath hitch at the frontal view, my feet halting almost instantly as I gaped at the epitome of gorgeousness standing ahead.

My wife.

Shravani Jaiveer Singh Rathore stood in front of the wall-length mirror as she combed her brunette hair, the slight natural blonde streaks shining.

She turned, and it almost made me breathless. She was wearing a blue-coloured flared lehenga skirt with little golden works, teaming up with the same-coloured blouse which has thread works all over and the golden dupatta.

Fuck, how could she look so breathtakingly beautiful in the simplest of...