Dedicated to my deary Cupids: š³
Entering the room she kicked off her 3 inch heels revealing mehandi on her feet as she lifted her red lengha, her hands too adorned with mehandi stood out under the rooms dim lighting. Walking over to the dressing table she looked around, she'd been in here many times before, but today was different. Today she walked in this room as a married woman, married to the love of her life. On the dressing table was a picture of her and her new husband. It was taken on valentines day last year when he had proposed to her.
A smile came upon her face as she looked at the photo and sat down on the little stool as she removed her jewellery leaving her mangalsutra and rings on. Hearing the door knob turn she looked around and saw him walking in, in the background she could hear laughter just as she closed the door.
A smile came upon his face as she ran his hand through his hair and looked at his beautiful wife. He thought she looked even more beautiful now than she had when she was wearing her make-up and jewellery. Stand up she walked away from him and went towards the cupboards opening the door instead of reaching for some clothes her eyes fell upon an album that lay on the top shelf. Picking it up she turned around to see him sitting on the bed with a smirk on his face, "Yes?" she spoke, he didn't reply looking down at herself her dupatta had fell out of place an showed of her bare stomach. Rolling her eyes she went and sat down next to him, "What is this Mr Mayank Sharma?" she asked looking into his eyes. "Why don't you see Mrs Nupur Sharma" he said pulling her closer and resting his chin on her shoulders.
She opened the cream coloured velvet cover to reveal photo's and little bit and pieces from Mayank and Nupur's first date at a bar, to the movie tickets on the second date. Photo's from different parties and meetings in the last 5 years. Flicking through the pages she caressed every little thing, looking closely at the dates and the items. "Wow.. I never knew you could be this romantic."
"You call this romantic?" he spoke looking at her, "Mayank, you proposed to me while we were having a fight..I don't classify that as romantic" she said wrapping her arms around his neck, "You still said yes..and it's all about the right moment.." she laughed, "I still don't see how a fight is the 'right moment'" "Well.. I can show you how romantic I am.." her tongue rolled in her mouth as she looked at him with a smirk.
He leant over to pick up the album. Flicking through the pages, he went back to their first date "This wasn't the first time I met you.." he spoke, she looked amazed "it wasn't?" he shook his head, putting the album on the floor he pulled Nupur once again closer to him nearly making her sit on his lap in the centre of the bed. "Remember when you had got your new house? Gunjan had come over to help you and you opened the door dressed in mini jean shorts, a white tee, messy hair with chopsticks in them and glasses on?" she nodded, "I was the one who dropped Gunjan off, you had red paint smeared on your cheekā¦" "Was it love at first sight?" she asked, he again shook his head "Nope.." "then what attracted me to you.." "Many things.." he said with a cheeky smile.
"Like?" she said coming closer, "like the way your shoulders hunched when you smiled.." he said kissing her shoulders, he saw her eyes closer. "Even through the red paint could I see your rosy cheeks on your cream coloured skin.." he said slowly placing kisses up her neck and towards her cheeks, her breathing was getting heavy, "and.." she whispered.
"Your lips.." he said, he too was starting to be over come by passion. He had been waiting for this day ever since he had asked her to marry him, if he were to die tomorrow he would have died a happy man. Everything he wanted in life was achieved. "I loved the way your lips curled when they smiled" he said as he kissed her on the corner of her lips. Pulling away he looked at her still with her eyes closed, he was pulled back by Nupur who hadn't let go off him.
"I love you Nupur Mayank Sharma.." he spoke before kissing her on her lips softly, softly turned into a hot passion.
As the night drew on, 2 souls became 1 as Cupids Arrow struck them on their wedding night.
xxSonia