It's hard to look at the glass half full, isn't it?
To think about that absolutely sexy way he'd watched her jump in glee as the moon came up,
And timidly resort to worrying about the way her own husband was being watched by a roving eye.
Perhaps its opposed to the general human nature,
To memorise his beautifully carved face where's she'd placed hurried kisses,
And it seems the right thing to feel tensed about how much the boy looked like her husband…
Is it the right thing, though?
She should ideally be rejoicing in the fact at how he blatantly refused to eat without her,
But sadly found herself clasping and unclasping her hands, disturbed for she believed someone else was fasting for her man too…
She might as well have blushed in that way she often reddens, thinking about how he'd led her to their room whispering sweet nothings on the way,
Oh! But why was she so engrossed in contemplating the real reason behind her hidden pooja thaali?
Does it make sense to be wondering about such petty things when the man before you recognises the best in you, and hands you over an entire company to run!
Oh could there be anything more essential on this sweet night than allowing your husband to take you wherever he likes? Oh Khushi! Why DID you refuse!
Life is beautiful, yet unpredictable,
Forgive me for sounding like your 'practical' hubby, but what worth does that woman carry for you to be indulging in all frivolous possibilities, when the man you love with all your heart is prepared to bring all sorts of happiness for you!
Things seem ugly, perhaps a bit depressing too?
But let's learn to smile at the happy moments that passed by this evening,
Slap him hard when he talks rubbish,
Kiss him tenderly when he fulfills your dreams,
And never ever refuse a dinner date with Arnav Singh Raizada! ;)
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