Adaah

I stand in front of the dressing mirror cleaning my face with some wet wipes. My eyes look at the reflection of sindhoor on my forehead and my hands involuntarily reach the mangalsutra locked on my neck. I am his wife now. I recall the blissful moment of our marriage with an impregnable smile.

Ajit comes to the bedroom and hugs me from behind looking at the reflection of both of us in the mirror. He wipes the little bit of sindhoor that fell on my face. His hands cupped my face lovingly as he examined my face with his guarding eyes. "You look so beautiful with the black...