Chapter 60: 53 | Smouldering Seduction

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Riya's Pov

As I stepped outside the threshold of our home, my gaze lingered over the dusk settled upon the neighborhood. A gush of cool air engulfed me, dousing my skin in a liberating wave of serenity. The streets came alive and a smile formed my lips witnessing the sky transform into a canvas of vivid hues, enchanting the streets with a myriad of blending shades.

A symphony of distant laughter, playful giggles, faint murmurs, and twittering birds fell into my ears, punctuating the silence with an appeasing cadence. The eclectic scenes and stories of people around brimmed the air with comfort and contentment.

Despite the regular day it was, it gave away the beautiful reality of life, to search for calm amidst the juxtaposition of chaos, to be able to find small joys even at the threshold of our homes.

"Out of all the days, Aditya has to have this meeting today." My mother-in-law scoffed, the hint of disappointment palpable in her tone.

I giggled sneakily, my mind tracing the wild imagination of Aditya's terrified face had he been here to witness the scene of his mother's berating.

She shook her head, still annoyed at her son's blatant declaration of his inability to reach for his uncle and aunt's 25th wedding anniversary.

Mrs. Laptop, you are taking my husband's time way too much these days. See, your mother-in-law is angry now.

"Do give our best wishes to Maamu and Maami." I smiled softly and bent forward, taking the elders' blessings.

"Pakka." She beamed, patting my head fondly.

"Aur haan, do check the gas, lock the main door, and shut the kitchen windows before sleeping, Okay? Because Aditya doesn't remember anything unless it is related to his work." She instructed, grimacing at the last part.

I struggled to contain my chuckle at the vivacity of her expressions.

Trust mothers to bring up your phone usage and working habits in every random statement.

"Hanji." I assured them with a smile, adjusting her golden zari work dupatta by draping it properly on her side.

Seconds later, the car was bought to life as Kunal revved the engine, sitting in the driver's seat. Isha was quick to follow after she gave her face a quick and proud once through the car's window shield.

Effortlessly, she slipped inside the passenger seat, despite the embroidered dress and long heels she wore. I couldn't help but wonder when would I muster the courage to do the same with such grace and beauty.

Mumma and Papa were next in line as they took their seats in the backseat after filling me up with another set of instructions.

"Bye!" I beamed, waving my hands in the air. The elders reciprocated the gesture while Kunal and Isha slyly smirked at me.

Weird.

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My hips swayed in a reckless rhythm, synchronizing with the sound of Saat Samundar Paar playing in the background.

As much as I loved having my family around, there are days when I longed for quietness and solitude.

At times, I wish that everything comes at a pause and I do absolutely nothing.

Filling in the day-to-day responsibilities, following the everyday routine, and sleeping like a log after a tiring day can be exhausting, both, mentally and emotionally.

It was just four in the afternoon, and honestly, the quietude felt liberating. I used to feel the same freedom at Hoshiarpur when everyone would go out for some occasion and I would prefer lazing around at home and sparing my awkward self to encounter any overwhelming, mind-squeezing, external conversations.

Conversations.

This little word allows my thoughts to wander towards my husband, Aditya.

I chuckle silently at my silliness. Ever since this man entered my life, I have gained a magical wand that would guide my every random thought toward my husband.

Being an unmarried introvert, I used to mull over my inability to interact freely and initiate conversations with new people. The mere thought of being that boring spouse who has nothing to talk about used to terrify me.

However, Aditya was different.

Except for Purva or maybe a few close acquaintances, I have been graciously sidelined in the majority of the social circle I was a part of, owing to my ineptitude to add something relevant and related.

I preferred being a listener more, silently dreaming and hoping for the day when I could behave as wild, as free, and as reckless as the others were.

Alas, I couldn't.

Perhaps, I understand now why I wasn't much of a speaker there for the conversations exchanged were never made for me. The circle was never mine and the place never belonged to me.

Aditya has made me confidently voice out the lamest of things and still feel accomplished for that. My husband has given me enough strength to reveal my weaknesses without fear of retaliation. When around him, the fear of missing out is negligible for I knew if no one was around, he will always be standing somewhere, discreetly peering at me with his magnetic dimpled smile, awaiting me.

He was like a compass, guiding me through the labyrinth of life with his unwavering support and love.

A loud honk jolted my thoughts to the present. I looked downwards at the bowl in my hand to realize I have been whisking the coffee foam for a long time now. Another honk followed by, letting my gaze wander towards the gate of our home through the kitchen window.

My lips puckered in confusion when Aditya whisked his bike inside before shutting the gate. I cleaned my hands with the kitchen towel and strutted outside, my gaze unceremoniously falling on the wall clock.

4:20 pm.

"Hanji!" He smiled brightly as soon as I opened the door.

"Hanji." A bashful smile lifted on my lips as soon as his hands flew to tuck the unruly strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I will bring water for you." I mumbled trudging to the kitchen.

Four months to our marriage and this has been crystal clear that he doesn't like being questioned or asked anything as soon as he enters the home.

In his words, he needs to have water and peace of mind before addressing our curiosities. Hence, I have made this habit of not bombarding him with questions and rather greeting him inside with a smile as and when it is possible.

The sound of footfalls followed as he trotted alongside, humming casually.

Before I could fetch a glass and fill it with normal water, he was quick to open the refrigerator and drink the icy water directly from the bottle.

"Aditya how many times I have told you to not drink directly from the bottle." I rebuked, the annoyance multiplying at his heedless response.

"And, what cold water." I gawked at him in stupefaction, trying to pull the bottle away from his hold.

"When did you keep this bottle in the refrigerator?" I grumbled and he smiled victoriously keeping the bottle over the kitchen counter.

"Kunal." He responded with smugness glinting in his eyes.

When the hell did Junior Kansal start siding with Elder Kansal?

"I am tired of your habit of drinking cold water every now and then." I sulked, briskly washing the bottle with the dishwasher.

"Winters are over the head, the weather is changing and these boys need cold water every damn second of the day. Get a side now." I chastised no one in particular, pushing him away with the side of my hip.

"Haww!" I gasped when he imitated the action, roughly pushing me with the side of his hip almost leading me towards the other end of the kitchen.

He chuckled at my pouty face, adding more to my aggravation.

"Go away" I groaned, stomping towards the kitchen exit.

"Acha sun." His arm wounded my waist from behind, pulling me back until I stood in front of him.

"Kya hai?" I crossed my arms across my chest, an attempt to realistically pretend the vexation for a little more time.

Who in the right mind would want to lose the chance of the unrestrained attention he showers over me in such moments?

"I am home." He grinned, looping his arms around my neck.

My nose scrunched in puzzlement, "Are you going to work from home then?" I mused, assuming he would be having the meeting with an important client from home.

"Nah." He clicked his tongue in refusal of my assumption.

"Then?" I probed cluelessly, concealing the smile formed on my lips, understanding the whole scenario.

"Chal oye, you have guessed the whole thing already. Stop acting oblivious. Your face shows it all." A giggle erupted in my throat as I rested my back against the kitchen counter, my arms now leisurely placed on his waist.

My eyes squinted in accusation, "Why did you lie to everyone about this non-existing client and the meeting?"

"Hmm." He nodded with a thoughtful glance, tapping his chin "Only one reason." He announced, taking a step even closer than he already was.

"Acha, and that is?" I eyed him keenly, all ears.

"You." He raised his brow with a razzing glint in his eyes, "How could I miss the chance of spending time with you today."

"Tsk Tsk, Liar Liar Pants on Fire." I sang hopelessly, though my insides clenched with a mirage of thrilling sensations.

"My pants are indeed on fire." He looked southwards, his suggestive gaze directed to his uh-that. I gasped at his crudeness.

"Want to help in cooling it down?" He offered unabashedly and I parted my lips in horror.

"Chii, Aditya!" I pushed him away, sprinting outside the kitchen while his infectious laughter followed, bringing an overwhelming sense of contentment to my heart.

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"What do you want to eat for dinner?" I quizzed, adjusting myself over his lap while my legs remained outstretched towards the sofa sidearm.

"Let's go out." He offered with a soothing murmur, tracing a random pattern over my thighs.

I puckered my lips in thoughtfulness, "I don't want to have dinner outside."

"Acha." He pressed his lips in a straight line, "Street food then?"

"Golgappe, pao bhaji, and noodles? Oh, and Jalebi too! From the same shop, you made me eat last week." My eyes glinted in excitement while my mouth salivated at the mere mention of the heavenly delicacies.

He glanced at me amused, "You will be able to eat everything?"

I clicked my tongue in refusal, "Nah! you will be eating two-thirds of it."

He chuckled, shaking his head, "What am I? Your in-house food disposer?"

"Ji bilkul." I nodded immediately, confirming his doubt.

He refused to comment anything instead, pulled my body closer so that my head lay flat against his chest. He sighed deeply and pressed a tender kiss on my forehead,

"It's been so many days since we sat like this." He voiced, running his fingers across the length of my arms, "Doing nothing but lazing around."

"Hmm." I hummed, wrapping my arms around his torso,

"Your schedule has been exhausting over the past few days now." He remarked, pulling half of my hair in a bunch and wrapping them in a loose bun, doing and redoing the whole thing a couple of times.

"Hanji." I asserted,

"College has been extremely hectic. I wonder why they hire us people to teach when at the end of the day they make us do all the administrative and clerical tasks instead of full-fledged teaching. They want the faculty's assistance in every single matter, be it the examination, student section, fee records, admissions, IT, student welfare, and placement. At the same time, they want us to have timely classes, full attendance, and excellent results. What are we? Robots? or some Jinies?"

"That's a lot." He breathed out in surprise and pecked my lips when I peered at him pouting.

"Aur kya and people unabashedly say that teaching is the easiest job because it is just Aao, Padhao, and Jao." I drew a heavy sigh,

"I wish people could see that teaching in today's time isn't as easy as it seems at the ground level. With the revolutionization of the education system, the procedures and policies have changed. Today, the role of the teacher is not only limited to teaching but a diverse variety of tasks, the majority of them for which we aren't even paid off, especially when we are working for a private institution." I ranted without a pause, emptying my heart.

"And how's that ma'am treating you now? The one who brusquely commented regarding your arrogance."

"Oh, don't even ask about her." My mood turned sour at her mere mention.

One of the senior faculties in our department created a ruckus at the whole place within one week of my joining by stating that I am a woman with high arrogance and overly haughty of my skills.

Bullshit!

Just because I don't knock over their doors every other minute, pass overly sweet smiles, say yes to everything that they say, and gossip with them at every chance I get, they don't own the right to call out a person with such degradation. If alone these people start welcoming new faculties a little more warmly, the employee retention ratio would subsequently increase in all workplaces.

"Professional." I responded to his previous question,

"My professionalism and work ethic don't allow me to ignore her, hence I bear her for the sake of it. Apparently, she is expecting that being a new faculty and a junior here, I need to come to them, greet them, meet them, and laugh with them whenever I find the time. They need to understand that just because they are seniors by age and experience, we cannot be people-pleasers all the time, at least not for their moment of pride and satisfaction."

"Woah!" He exclaimed, "You are thoroughly pissed." He remarked, taking me in a bear hug that melted all my worries away.

"Hmm. But now I have let it all out. So, I guess I am okay now." I grinned, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, so I am a food disposer and rant disposer too now?" He raised his brow, his lips lifting in a frisky smile.

"O yes. You are my everything, my cuddle pillow, my mini hulk, my fountain man, my grumpy grandpa, my makeup artist, my personal food and rant disposer!" I pinched his nose with my thumb.

He pulled away, crunching his nose in disapproval of my action, "Oye, Don't do that."

"Lae kyu?" I pouted, my hand rising to pinch his nose again.

"I feel like sneezing then." He scowled, encompassing my fingers with his palm, and resting it over his chest.

"And mind you, you will be the sole victim and lucky inhaler of all the bacteria in case I sneezed over you." He warned seriously which could only make me roll my eyes at how empty his warning was.

"Fine Mr. Sadu!" I groused, my sigh of aggravation soon transmuting into a loud shriek when he unabashedly acted to throw me down from his lap, catching me just in time before my butt could hit the floor.

"Paagal!"

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"Haaye, I am so full." I clutched my stomach at the amount of food we have eaten today.

"You were on an eating roll tonight." My husband commented, switching on the lobby lights.

I peered at him accusingly, "Did you by any chance comment on my eating capacity?"

"I wouldn't dare." He stepped back in defense, "I just praised you that you are getting better with your diet."

"Oh, okay." I nodded in acknowledgment but glared at him as soon as a relieved sigh escaped his mouth.

"Oi, Mr. Commoner, Switch off all the lights, check the windows and gas, and bring the water bottle into the room before coming upstairs. And be quick!" I ordered in sophistication, swaying my hair royally when he began walking upstairs.

"Mr. Commoner, huh?" He lunged forward, almost clutching me in his hold. I screeched loudly, ducking away from his grasp just in time, dashing upstairs. This man laughed victoriously after giving me a mini-heart attack.

"Acha Sun." My husband's appeasing voice stopped me in my tracks, making me turn around on my steps.

As I stood at the end of the stairs, my gaze wandered around, settling on him as he stood on the first step, with his hand placed on the railing and his intent gaze meeting mine.

"Ji?" A sudden sense of shyness coated my skin for the way he peered at me.

His lips tilted upwards, a similar tint coloring his neck,

"Don't change, okay." He said softly.

"Okay." I whispered, biting my lips, my tone fumbling due to a stir of tittering feelings in my abdomen.

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"Action move then?"

"No!" I exclaimed, perching on the bed. He grimaced at my refusal.

"Firstly you are letting me watch a movie, then an English movie. So, it's fair enough that you let me decide the movie." I snatched the remote from his hold before he could press the play button.

Ignoring the glares he threw in my direction, I shuffled through the contents on Netflix, settling on the movie version of the novel I completed reading just a few days ago,

The Notebook.

"What no!" He groaned, hiding his face in my chest in exasperation.

"This is certainly not my type." He grated.

"Lae, you will love Allie and Noah. The novel was amazing, so I am sure the movie would be too." I puckered my lips and fluttered my eyelashes innocently for extra effect.

He rolled his eyes in hopelessness, "Fine. Aur, Draame kam kiya kar." He shook his head but with a hint of an amused smile playing on his lips.

Giving in to my temptation, I pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, "Good Husband."

I sat cross-legged, excitement looming in my stomach at the expectation of watching the movie. Switching off the lights except for the golden night lamps, I pressed the play button. Our backs rested against the headboard while my palm looped around his arms,

"Sun." A few minutes into the movie, his soft whisper distracted me from the scene playing on the screen. Raising my head from his shoulder, I glanced at him in question.

"Come here." He whispered fondly, caressing the side of my face with his thumb.

I blinked in puzzlement at his words. Before my mind could decipher the underlying meaning of his request, he parted his legs, patting the empty space in front of him.

My gaze switched from his face to the empty space, blinking my eyes as if asking for confirmation,

"This position won't be comfortable, I guess." I murmured hoarsely, eyeing the little space in his front.

"Enough to accommodate us." His voice dropped to a few decibels as he nudged me closer, almost stumbling on top of him.

Sitting on my knees, I straggled a little before slowly settling myself on the space at his front, my back pasted against his chest.

"Hmm. That's better." He hummed in satisfaction, wounding his arm around my waist, while his other arm settled over the rim of the knee-length dress I wore today.

I wonder if he was genuinely oblivious to what his touch was doing to me, or if he was just good at acting clueless. His raspy breaths felt like feathers dancing on my skin, soft and seductive, weaving intricate desires in my head, debauching my senses with his arousing scent.

"Play."

"Huh?" I croaked, my mind hazed by the eclectic carnal cravings he has invited into my cores.

"Play the movie, Riya." Amusement laced in his tone as he whispered near my ear, his stubble tickling my skin like a delicate drizzle of rain.

"Uh, yeah." I stuttered, my fingers fumbling with the remote.

"Damnit!" I groaned, unable to find the damned play button.

Before I could toss the stupid remote away out of frustration, his warm hands engulfed my nimble fingers, caressing them tantalizingly,

"Here." He gently guided my fingers to the center of the remote, pressing over it.

The movie began playing but contrary to the earlier excitement I felt about watching the movie, it was replaced by an eerie sense of frustration.

The room was bathed in an intense incandesce of night lamps, creating an atmosphere of sensual tranquility, forcing my mind to meander with lewd thoughts.

Thoughts, which were nowhere pious.

Thoughts that heeded my mind with desire and passion.

My attention on the movie was long gone, rather it remained focused on his heated breath that fanned my neck with each breath he took.

My sanity was shaken each time his hand casually caressed my cloth thigh when a romantic scene came. Haze surrounded my eyes when his lips pressed over my head, planting dewy kisses each time a cute scene played between the protagonists. His laugh, his contagious laughter brimmed my heart with overwhelmedness every time a funny scene surfaced, reminding me of the frisky ministrations he always pull in the moments of our intimacy.

Intimacy.

This reminds me, it has been more than a month since the appointment with the gynecologist. We have been getting intimate almost every other night after that, with lots of foreplay and lube in hand.

The pain has subsided, perhaps almost gone, considering it's almost two months now since we first tried to consummate.

The last time we did it, almost three days ago, the pain was negligible, overpowered by the addictive pleasure men and women graciously talked about.

However, my only qualm was the pace.

As much as I love the slow and caring version of my husband in bed, I yearned for some pace, wildness, and rawness.

In his actions, in his touch, and his words.

He has been so stressed about my physical and mental well-being during our intercourse that at times he would be extremely slow in the whole ordeal, asking me time and again if it still hurts and if he should pull out in case the ache worsens.

"You aren't watching the movie." My husband's husky whisper pulled me out of the trance. Subduing the lascivious thoughts, I forced my concentration back on the screen.

"I am." I wrung my fingers to distract myself when he perched his chin over my shoulder, briefly placing a kiss on my earlobe.

My breaths turned shallow and an inaudible gasp fell past my lips when the thunderstorm sequence played on the screen, a bizarre tension arousing when protagonists kissed each other with all the might they had under the thundering downpour.

Such a pity the tension here was still waiting to be diffused.

Eyeing the scene, I waited for something to happen, anything that could subdue the sultriness that has taken over my senses. Maybe a caress or a chafing fondle, or just a simple kiss.

Alas, this man behind me wasn't much adventurous when it came to romance. Instead of focussing on his own story, he was occupied in gawking at the two adults sucking the life out of each other.

Aggravated and frustrated, I paused the movie and angled my neck to the side, glancing at him. He raised his left brow in question and pulled me closer by my waist, cocooning me in the cavern of his arms.

"What?" He quizzed.

"Can you kiss me like that?" I mumbled exasperated, pointing at the paused screen. It was theatrical to observe the lightening transformation of his expressions from confusion to utter shock, redirecting to puzzlement and finally settling to a faint sense of intensity.

"Like what." He murmured and I wondered if I should smack his head now or after claiming the impending kiss.

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Riya's Pov Continued (After Mature Part Ends).

"You know bhabhi," My gaze moved from the rustling of the trees to my brother-in-law. We were currentle seated on the balcony, relishing the cool zephyr.

"Hmm?" I pulled my hair in a pony to prevent it from the onslaught of the chilly winds.

"When was the last time Adi bhai sat with both of us on the balcony, enjoying the weather?" Kunal vociferated, sipping on the tea with his eye glinting in amusement.

"When?" My gaze flickered to my husband who has been eyeing his brother in oblivion.

"When Shefali came." Isha added, casually munching on the chocolate cookie.

My neck jerked to her side, hearing a foreign name. My husband reciprocated the reaction, the only difference was he was mortified.

"Who Shefali?" My questionable gaze darted to my husband who currently wore a constipated smile.

"Oh, Bhai didn't tell you?" It was Kunal this time, recklessly dodging the daggers thrown by my husband.

"His ex, when that satan came to our home." Isha piped in, aggravation pellucid in her tone at the mention of the woman.

"You used to bring your exes to home!" I gasped in horror, glaring at him in accusation.

"Oi, Here." I snapped my fingers in front of his face, "I am here!" I exclaimed again, pointing towards myself when his gaze remained occupied in throwing deadly daggers at his siblings.

He slowly angled his neck to my side, fabricating innocence not only in his eyes but his smile too, "Yaar, they are making it up and you are falling for it." He pointed his fingers in their direction but neither the chilled breeze nor his explanation succeeded in calming the blaze raging in my nerves.

"Puh-lease, except that you had one or two non-serious relationships, you did not tell me about this Sheetal before." I scowled, resisting the urge to not let my imagination travel to him and this woman together in one frame.

"Shefali." He corrected almost immediately and I raised my eyebrows at his audacity.

He cleared his throat in defense, looking here and there, and tossed a glower when his siblings let out an entertained snicker,

"Lae, what should I have said then? That I brought my ex home?" He defended, owning an annoyed expression.

"Dekha dekha, Bhabhi, he agreed! See, we did not make this up." Kunal and Isha spoke in unison, getting up from their seats. Consequently, Aditya slapped a hand on his forehead, rubbing over it in helplessness.

He closed his eyes in defeat, inaudible curses springing out of his mouth before holding his head in his hands.

"You." I voiced in a dangerously low timbre, pulling the chair closer to him,

"Mr. Kansal is debarred from eating parantha for the whole week, starting tonight. End. Of. Discussion." Three loud gasps followed as I abruptly screeched my chair back, marching inside.

Shivali, my foot!

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"Riya your phone. It's Ayaansh bhai" Aditya called out from the room halting the dab of cotton in my hand.

Wiping the face, I replied, "Pick it up. Coming in a minute."

"Hanji bhaiya, Namastey." I could hear my husband's voice turn extremely polite and respectful talking to my brother.

Still earning points, huh?

"Badhiya badhiya, aap sunao." I could sense a tiny shy smile perking upon his lips as he say those words.

I shook my head, continuing the task at hand, my attention equally on both the boys' conversations.

"Ji, she is in the dressing, applying something on her face." He muttered, loud enough for me to hear.

A frown marred my face and I walked to the threshold of the dressing, "It's called night routine." I corrected, raising a brow.

"Haan vohi. Night routine bhaiya." He spoke for the sake of it and if I was not mistaken, my husband did dare to roll his eyes at me.

Huffing, I entered the dressing again to peacefully continue what I have been earlier doing.

"Hain, bhabhi also does it?" He voiced astounded as if he has unraveled the secret behind the existence of aliens,

"Same." He tsked in exhaustion, "He also spends around thirty minutes every night in the dressing. Matlab, how do they gather the strength for this? Main to brush bhi mushkil se krta hu." Aditya lamented as blatantly as he could.

"Pata nahi, what all does she keep using and wasting time for no reason at all." His helpless voice was followed by a tired sigh.

He does not realize his wastage of time when he gets all cozy-mozy with Mrs. Laptop on this very bed, that too on Sundays!

"Haha, same here. But I somewhat know the products." Mr. Cunning Commoner spoke, pride evident in his tone,

"And yes, lately, she has started experimenting all this on my face as well. What am I? Testing tube?" He spoke the last word with a higher pitch, probably to sunaofy me.

If he thinks he is succeeding in pissing me off with all this gibberish, then he is absolutely right.

"Oh, no no she doesn't use this I guess." He probably disagreed with my brother's mention of products,

What are they? Gossip Queens?

"Umm, One is this Dulbaari Jal something."

What the fun!

"Then she applies some Aaloo Glow Gel all over her face. Even mom says potato is good for the skin, that's why."

Kill me, please.

"After that, she keeps doing round and round, round and round on her face for straight twenty minutes. My mind spins by looking at her doing all this at stretch."

I slapped my hand over my forehead, done with his agitating habit of wrenching the names of my stuff.

Leaving my place, I gathered up my stuff and stomped toward the bed.

Patting his knees twice, I nudged him to unfold his legs. He glanced at me in astonishment, nevertheless, did the needful. Once the coast was clear for my arrival, I plopped over his lap with my legs dangling to either side of his hips.

All the while peered at me in bewilderment and I snorted in response.

Aaloo glow gel, my foot!

Picking up the pink-colored semi-transparent bottle, I raised it, reading the words, clear and loud,

"Gulaabari Jal and not Dulbaari Jal." His lips parted in a wide 'O', nodding slowly in understanding.

"And this," I raised the second bottle in front of his eyes,

"This is Aloe Vera Gel and not Aaloo Glow Gel." I pinched his nose, knowing well it would aggravate him.

He threw a dirty glower in my direction, presumably to scare me off with his narrow eyes and pursed lips.

But, when has Queen Riya been scared of anyone?

Also, is he forgetting that he is living under the roof of my Kingdom? And, Queen Riya owns the right to exile him from this very place, right at this instance for such disapproving conduct.

"Also Bhaiya?" I bought my lips closer to the phone,

"Hanji."

"You know, your wife taught me about all this." I smiled, wide and sweet, "

Shall I tell her that you are quite not entertaining her night routine and are cribbing about the same behind her back?" I bit the inside of my cheeks when he cursed incoherently under his breath,

"Chup kar aur phone rakh." He resorted to his elderly anger, the only key to his defense,

"I'll call tomorrow now, Avyu has started crying." He rushed into the call.

"Hanji." I focussed my attention on my husband who was seemingly dissatisfied a few minutes ago about the easy-breezy night routine I follow.

He smiled, a constipated one, "Ji."

"Dulbaari Jal?" I tapped on my chin, feigning a thought.

"No no, Gulaabari Jal." He shook his head slowly, correcting me.

"Aaloo Glow Gel?"

"Oh, no ma'am, it's Aloe Vera gel." He voiced like an obedient child making me hum in satisfaction.

"Wasting time?" I fabricated another thoughtful glance.

"Absolutely not, my love. Enhancing your beauty."

Aww.

Such a fast learner.

"And What? Round and Round?"

"Uh no, it's..." He paused, his nose contorting into confusion as he struggled to figure out the right word,

"Wait, you did not tell me what is this called!" He eyed me in accusation.

I chuckled at his eagerness,

"Facial Massage." Amusement danced in my tone eyeing the offense-stricken expressions on his face.

"Yaar no, Riya." He cried out, his face reflecting clear revulsion when I dipped the cotton pad in the rose water and dabbed it all over his face, wiping his face clean from all the moisture and dirt.

One angry stare and he begrudgingly sat there, with his nose scrunched, eyes shut and lips puckered while I worked my magic over his face in sheer leisure.

Satisfied at the rosy smell radiating from his cheeks, I quickly sneaked a kiss there. My mesmeric kiss worked pretty efficiently as he slanted his face to the side, tapping his index finger over the other cheek.

Giggling at his buffonish antics, I pressed a long, loud kiss there before continuing my remaining task. Squeezing out a dollop of aloe gel on my palm, I thoroughly applied it to his face, massaging it in a circular motion.

"How much more time?" He groaned after a few seconds, sticking his tongue out in distaste, "This thing always leaves a bitter taste. Especially when I kiss you." He muttered in disapproval.

"Shut up and let me do my work properly." I chastised, palming his chin and shutting close his mouth. Ignoring the glower he was gracing me with each passing second, I focussed on stretching his jaws and cheekbones with the side of my palm in a diagonal motion.

When the scowl on his face did not disappear, I explained in an anchor-like tone,

"Facial massages not only increase the blood circulation on your face but also revitalizes your skin. Thus, turning your skin Clear, Tight, and Bright!" He squeezed his eyes shut, almost crying as I pressed the ridges of his face with my index fingers, gently rotating it in a circular motion.

Ah, Purva and Bhabhi will be so proud of me now. Finally, their Rii has grown up to learn about skincare.

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Life.

As mundane as it could be and as thrilling as one perceives it to be. Just like a river.

Constantly changing, experiencing exhilarating highs and lows yet flowing.

Flowing unceasingly.

Days and weeks have rolled by, settling us in the momentum of life, struggling and making ends meet, arguing mindlessly and loving endlessly, dwindling with the heaviness of responsibilities but seeking consonance in the presence of the other.

We are six months into our marriage and here I am in the company of the darkness of the night, reminiscing all the beautiful days of the past six months.

If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that sometimes the day you're most looking forward to ends up being the complete opposite of it.

Perhaps this explains why, I am standing here in the kitchen, washing utensils and shedding tears on our six-month anniversary.

We had plans, beautiful, romantic plans that involved a lot of love and laughter, enjoyment, and exhilaration.

But one impulse-driven, unthought statement and here I am, mulling over ways to settle the argument that bubbled up between me and my husband three days ago.

For my clarification, I had been exhausted, both mentally and physically and my body needed nothing but some peace and silence.

But have things gone by as we want them to be?

Living with a family is a blessing but it's equally challenging, testing you at each possible step.

Fortunately, I have been fairly lucky in the department where I am respected and cared for by everyone at Kansal's.

However, despite one's consistent efforts, arguments and wordless complaints are inevitable.

For the past week, a thick tension lingered between me and mumma owing to our varied expectations and unclear communication with one another. We have been civil around each other but not the way we always have been.

Uncountable household chores, fulfilling a mirage of responsibilities, and undying expectations are supposed to provoke a moment of vexation in words.

While I prefer working in quietness and with no support in the kitchen, she has a natural habit of following up and taking care of the things transpiring there. It instills a weird sense of dependency which I was still inflexible to.

Though, the behavior was right on both the individual parts, just not valid for each other.

She has the habit of doing things as quickly and timely as they can be, while I prefer perfection, even though it comes at the cost of a leisure pace and delayed completion.

Tiny, unintended fusses and silly reasons for feeling hurt accumulated day by day, piling into a stock of complaints and disappointments, resultingly reflecting in our aloof behavior.

And as if this wasn't enough, the work stress has been insane, surging me under the weight of personal and professional insecurities.

Unfortunately, my husband has been the victim and the receiving end of my inability to manage life. Even after a day of constant turbulence and hullabaloo, he just needed me and my time.

That night as he lay behind me, his arm caressing me in soft strokes, he only requested my time, my presence.

"It's been fifteen days now since we did it." He reminded gently, "Tonight?" His tone held softness and immense hope.

"I am tired, Aditya." I resorted, shutting my eyes to let sleep consume me.

"You have been saying the same thing for the past five days now. I get tired too, but still every night, I await our moments like before instead of turning my face away like this." He complained, displeasure evident in his tone.

I struggled to contain my irritation, thus preferring to not answer anything.

"Did anything happen?" He caressed my arms, his arm crawling to loop around my waist.

I stayed mum, overwhelmed by my bizarre thoughts and routine frustrations.

"Riy..."

"Can you stop irritating me and let me sleep in peace? You need to understand that my consent and intention are equally needed here." I carped escaping from his hold, angling my neck to look at him sharply.

He looked appalled enough to not even utter a word. Rather, he kept looking at me in utter shock and disbelief.

"Okay." He whispered blankly, retrieving his hands in a flash. Coldness engulfed me like a splash of chilled water flung over me, bringing an eccentric chill down my spine.

"Ad.." Before I could reflect upon my harshness, my palm extended in his direction when he briskly turned around with his back facing me.

Three days have passed since that night and forget a minor exchange of words, he didn't even unintentionally touch me. He has dodged every chance of conversation by either leaving for the office early or spending time with Papa in disguise of helping him settle his bills.

We had a fair share of disagreements and arguments in these six months, but nothing that would allow any distance between us for more than a few hours.

However, it was different this time, the emotional separation killing me with each passing second.

However, the silver lining was, the situation with mumma has normalized by now, presumably because she got the inkling of the disturbance between me and Aditya. No words transpired amidst us, no complaints were exchanged just the silent assurance and overwhelmed smiles. She pulled me into her motherly embrace the moment her eyes fell on me, lost and unsettled as I missed my parents badly.

I craved peace, the urge to be at home intensifying with each passing second for he was my calm and my destiny.

After several futile attempts, the only moment where I got the chance to have a word with him was at the terrace, when he stood there near the banister, upraising his eyes to the night sky, aimlessly gazing at the moon and the stars.

"Keep up with your damned consent now." He hollered with empty eyes, pulling away from my hold when I attempted to hold his hand.

My lips quivered at the thought, and my vision blurred at my ineptness to balance my disconcerted emotions. The movement of my hands over the utensils ceased as my eyes momentarily fell to the refrigerator for the cake I prepared for him, for us.

"I am not hungry." He had stated, indifferently passing through me when I mentioned the cake today.

I sucked in a sharp breath recalling the moment. Vehemently rubbing the corners of my eyes, I struggled to contain the labyrinth swirling in my mind, trampling all the optimism under its deafening density.

Passing time in the silence of the hallway seemed much more favorable than breathing in the awkwardness and discomfort of the other.

My mind remained occupied in untangling myself from the maze of complexities of life as I mechanically cleaned the utensils with the dishwash.

I was pulled out of my internal monologue when a familiar presence surrounded me, his overwhelming scent lingering in the unnerving air amidst us.

He said nothing, rather resorted to washing the utensils with me in absolute silence.

The ticking of the clock, the clinking of the utensils, and the silent breaths we took were the only sounds resonating, cutting through the quietness of the dimmed kitchen.

I may sound stupid, but even the chaos seemed tranquilizing if it was with him, the mundanity of life appeared invigorating in his companionship.

Minutes passed and none of us initiated a conversation as we did our chores respectively.

Wiping my hands with the towel, I turned to walk towards the stairs before I end up saying anything and further complicating things anymore for us.

"I am hungry." His gentle mumble made my steps to come an abrupt halt.

I nodded civilly, "I will heat the dinner for you." I murmured softly, my now moist eyes refusing to match his gaze.

He did not say anything but rather opened the kitchen cabinets, rummaging through the contents.

Fetching two packets of Maggi, he passed them to me, "This would be fine."

"But you don't like it." I frowned, knowing well he will only have it for the sake of it but never as a replacement for dinner.

He rendered mute and unfazed to even answer in a monosyllable. I discreetly scowled at him, containing my urge to dump the packet in his hands, asking him to prepare it on his own.

Tossing the possibility away from my mind, I nevertheless took the pan and placed it over the gas top. Lightening the same, I added some water, impatiently waiting till it started boiling. Adding the noodle bricks, the given masala, and the Maggi masala for a better taste, I simmered the stove, awkwardly looking here and there to pass the time.

He stood there quietly, mindlessly scrolling his phone with his back resting against the kitchen counter.

The dimmed golden light of the hallway and my love for him was to be blamed that he appeared absolutely desirable and tempting even with his night clothes, untrimmed beard, and poker face.

As I utilized my time silently swooning and cursing him at the same time, the smell of Maggi wafted in the kitchen, indicating its readiness.

Serving the contents in a big bowl with a fork in it, I handed it to him. I looked over the dining table, hinting at him to take a seat. He nodded and I fell in steps with him, with the ketchup bottle in hand.

Placing the same next to his bowl, I breathed inaudibly, deciding to take my leave.

A sharp tug on my wrist and my steps ceased the moment I took the first step away from him.

My gaze never left his face as he quietly led me to the chair next to him, pulling it closer to his own.

I swallowed the ball of nerves that tended to ripple in my throat. Despite my futile attempts, my confidence shook, melting into the string of tears falling from my eyes. As I struggled to keep my emotions in check, he placed the fork in front of my mouth,

"Happy Sixversary." He whispered softly, wiping the traitor tears spilling from my eyes.

I chuckled, my face contorting into partial amusement, unable to decipher yet another twisted word from his mouth.

"Six-month anniversary. Sixeversary." He clarified with a chaffed grin.

I sniffled, shaking my head at him.

"See, this is how much you have consumed me." The touch of his thumb probed me to part my lips, allowing him to feed me,

"Turning me just like you, habituating me to twist and toss the words with crude brutality and discover new ones every now and then." He whispered with a blazing intensity, watching me with an eccentric keenness.

"You are not angry now?" I mumbled, turning the fork to his mouth when he extended the second morsel toward me.

He smiled faintly, tucking a loose tress of hair behind my ear, "I wouldn't be sitting here then."

"I am sorry." My chin trembled in embarrassment at my behavior, "I should have been considerate with my words instead of redirecting my frustration on you."

"It's okay." He murmured, enclosing his palm over my fiddling hands,

"Our words might hurt each other intentionally/unintentionally but it cannot dwindle the love we have for each other, Isn't it?" He caressed my cheeks with his knuckles, gazing fondly. I hummed in agreement, my heart at peace with his words of assurance.

"And, I have been wrong too, I shouldn't have extended this for three days. Though, the anger started to dissipate in the morning but I just couldn't convince myself to talk about it." He apologized, thinning his lips in displeasure,

"It's okay." I mumbled, my nerves calming at the prospect of his calming proximity.

"You know, even Kunal came to my office today and gave me an earful. The boy is furious." He blew air from his mouth evoking a giggle out of me.

"Not only me you have cast a spell over my siblings too." He flicked my nose playfully and continued feeding me, occasionally bringing the half-eaten part of the fork to his mouth.

"How's it?" I pointed towards the bowl, expectancy evident in my eyes.

"Edible." He remarked making me gasp at his rudeness.

"Why did you ask for it then?" I frowned, pulling the bowl towards me, delightfully slurping over the noodles.

He shrugged nonchalantly and got up from the table. Fetching the chocolate cake from the refrigerator, he lightened it with the candle.

Trudging towards the dining chair, he sat on it. I was still in a daze when I was pulled over his lap.

"Aditya!" I admonished, struggling to pull away from his hold, "Someone might see us." My gaze darted towards the staircase frenziedly.

"No one will." He shushed, "Come on now, it's already eleven-thirty."

He adjusted me over his left thigh, with his arm curling around my waist in a protective grip.

"Come on." He nudged when my eyes refused to look away from his.

Gosh, I missed him.

I nodded, a relieved smile spluttering over my lips. Together we blew out the candle and cut the cake, followed by a hearty wish.

"How's it? I tried to make the icing as well today" I asked hopefully, feeding him the cake, "And, Don't say edible." I warned seriously.

He chuckled, taking a bite and extending the same spoon to my mouth,

"The best." He complimented, not before flicking the icing on my cheek.

"Chii!" I rebuked, wiping it with his t-shirt while he chuckled merrily. The sound melted against my eardrums, inviting a soothing sensation to my senses.

As the quagmire of conflicting feelings found solace, I rested my head against his neck, my fingers curling around his.

"Don't ever stay angry with me for this long." My voice dumbed down to a pleading whisper "No matter what the issue is, we will try to settle it out before sleeping instead of holding the grudges to the next day."

He remained quiet as if weighing his words.

"This is the next rule for us." I declared when he didn't reply for another few seconds, upraising my eyes to peer at him.

"Fine" He mumbled in defeat, "But in return, you are not going to direct your frustrations over me like that night. If the need arises, you can make it clear that you need some space." He grumbled, "That's another rule."

"Done." I affirmed, smiling brightly at him. He reciprocated with a dimpled one.

"You would be having your Friday off this week right?" He quizzed after a lapse of comforting silence.

"Ji." I murmured, playing with his fingers, tapping my fingers over his knuckles in the dramatization of creating a melody.

"Would you be able to take a leave on Monday?" He mumbled against the side of my head, backing away his hands to hook his index finger under me.

"I guess, I will be able to. I have my leaves pending." I informed, peering at him in puzzlement. The remnants of the chocolate icing highlighted the corner of his lips, allowing me to wipe it off with the pad of my thumb.

"Let's go out then for some days. Just us." He suggested, palming my cheek in affection.

"Sachi?" I squealed in excitement and I was sure my eyes would be shining even brighter than a 150-watt bulb.

He laughed in amusement, "Hanji."

"Where?" I almost jumped over him and he let out a troubled groan.

"Wherever you say." He breathed heavily as if so much in pain.

"Jim Corbett chalein?" I squeaked in excitement, my blood running in wild energy at the mere thought.

He scrunched his nose in bafflement, gaping at me as if he had seen a ghost, "Huh?"

"Jim Corbett National Park." I stated each word clearly and his features immediately morphed into distaste.

"Paagal hai?" He frowned,

"What? You can't say no now." I shook my head vehemently, not ready to hear anything against the idea.

"Fine!" He agreed with a loud sigh and I squeezed him in my arms that had him chuckling breathlessly at my eagerness.

Friday, Come Soon!

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A canvas of captivating colors encompassed the evening sky, seemingly blending into the horizon. Wisps of orange and streaks of pink spread across the empyrean, gracefully imitating the carefree brushstrokes of a skillful painter.

The faded glow of the setting sun radiated a golden hue, casting a tranquilizing aura across the landscape.

Contrary to the gentle wintery breeze that rustled through the air, my heart seemed full, overflowing with a bizarre sense of overwhelmedness and skepticism.

I reached the terrace with uncertain footfalls, taking in the sight of my husband standing near the banister. My feet moved of their own accord towards my husband, my steps turning slow and unrushed the more I neared him.

I breathed heavily, almost gasping for air as soon as my forehead rested against his back.

"Hey!" He beamed, encircling his palm over mine that now rested over his torso.

My lips parted, shivering due to the chilling coldness and the mirage of serendipity churning my mind, rendering me mute and incapable of even uttering a word.

"Riya?" He asked in concern. When my breathing staggered, he turned around with my palm still enclosed in his.

I blew air out of my mouth, rapidly blinking away the tears.

Extending the other palm, I opened it for him,

"Pregnant." I whispered, my tone dumbed down to stillness.

He eyed me in complete bafflement for a few seconds before reality sunk in and a full-blown grin accentuated his face.

"Are you serious?" He asked with immense hope beaming in his obsidian orbs, his voice shaking with each word he spoke.

I nodded, flinging myself in his arms to support the wavering stance I felt.

"I-I am not ready, Aditya." My voice croaked, hiding my face in the nook of his neck in anticipation of a flicker of warmth amidst this chilling numbness.

As the words escaped my mouth, I felt his breathing stop for a second. His posture stilled and his palm that had been caressing in fondness came to an abrupt halt.

It's hardly been four weeks since we came from our short vacation. The place, his comforting presence, and our beautiful time together, everything has been euphoric.

A child, a responsibility, and a new addition were far-fetched dreams, away from what I had been planning for the future. The dreams of having offspring, us becoming parents were present, but not so soon, not for another two years.

"We used protection always, Still, I -just don't know how..,." I struggled to form a coherent sentence,

"I am not ready." I breathed, shaking my head "And, and we are not financially ready too. How are we going to make it work!" I mused frantically, looking up at him to catch his reaction.

"We will make it work." His voice choked as a layer of wetness covered his eyes, "We will make it work." I cupped my cheeks, his sight turned misty for the way tears glossed in my eyes,

"Please don't tell me you don't want her." Fear and uncertainty loomed in the air, his tone reducing to a struggled timbre.

"Do you really think I can say that?" I scoffed in disbelief.

He looked away, "You just said you are not ready."

"I am not ready, but I do want it..,wait, her?"

"Yeah, what is this it? She is a she, her, a girl." He chastised with a big frown, emphasizing each word.

I chuckled at the way his mind works, "You have already decided the gender?" I asked, stupefied.

"Of course, ever since the day I married you. No, no even before that, the day when we got rokafied." He boasted with pride.

"You know what this means?" I eyed him dumbfounded, "That you indirectly had hanky-panky in your mind with me on the very first day we talked!" I scowled and he beamed, still proud of his thoughts,

"God! That sounds so incorrigible!"

"Shut up." He grumbled in defense, "My mind, my thoughts."

"Oh, is it?" I raised my brows challengingly, "So my tummy, my baby, my decision, my preference and he would be a he, him, a boy!"

"Says the one who was not even ready for her like what? Five minutes ago!" He exclaimed in disbelief.

I shrugged nonchalantly, "I still am. But that doesn't mean that I don't want it and I wouldn't imagine what it would look like."

"Stop with this it. She is going to feel bad." He rebuked, puckering his lips in sheer innocence. My heart thumped in inexplicable contentment when he knelt on the ground, his face at a direct angle to my belly.

"Hey, princess." His voice dumbed down to a raspy whisper, "Don't mind your mumma, okay?" He explained as tenderly as he could as if our baby was already in the position to hear.

He breathed sharply and looked aimlessly to the side, struggling to collect the surge of sensations encountering him,

"You know..," He gulped a ball of nerves, "You are not even here, and yet, y-you have made me the happiest today." Tears streamed from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks until they mingled into the seam of his lips. He rested his forehead against my belly, his body shaking at each breath he took.

My chin trembled in gratitude at the heartwarming sight besotted in front of me, "She can be tough you know." He sniffled, stroking my belly with warm caresses, momentarily directing his accusing glance at me.

I feigned a glare at him, nonetheless curling my palm over his, patting the back of his hand in assurance for I know these jests were his way of diverting the emotional tumult he was going through.

"But she is just tensed about us, our life, and how we would manage this change, beautiful change." He smiled fondly, his eyes beaming with unmistakable affection,

"Ah, also because that's her favorite job. Stressing herself and subsequently me." He teased, lightening the atmosphere

"Oi!" I slapped his shoulder, "Don't fill his ears."

"See, she is spitfire too." He whispered, his lips grazing my belly if revealing a secret,

"I hope you have the same spontaneity and fire that made me love your mumma." He murmured over my clothed skin yet succeded in blazing my heart with fire,

"Thank you for choosing us." His palm quivered wildly as he pressed a lingering kiss over the skin before hiding his face into my stomach, "Thank you." He mouthed, attempting his best to smile amidst the streaming tears. His words were enough to break me down, as a string of wetness trailed down my cheeks.

Looking back at the time, I chuckled at the way my mind worked. I have dreamt of planning the whole pregnancy announcement, announcing it to him in the cutest ways I have seen women doing over the internet.

Alas, the reality is far more different and beautiful than we expect it to be. It will turn up the way it wants to, gracefully squashing all our life plans and future expectations.

I am scared, very scared for what the future holds. But this fright of uncertainty comes with a sense of fulfillment, the thrill of an approaching adventure, the beauty of embracing motherhood, and the opportunity of witnessing a new-found dimension of our relationship.

"Oye!" My husband's excited voice jostled me back from my monologue, "Are we going to have twins?" He beamed with optimism, the pregnancy test in his hands.

My nose contorted at his remark, "Kya?"

"Dekh, two lines, red lines." He emphasized, raising his hand in my range of vision.

I slapped my hand over my forehead, "This second line is the only way to know we are pregnant, Mr. Dummy Daddy! The other red line is already there."

His lips parted in realization, "Oh." The realization soon changed to offense, "And what? Dummy Daddy? How would I know all this, I have never taken a pregnancy test." He shrugged in defense leaving me with a pit of laughter.

"Real mature, Aditya. What should I do of you." I shook my head at him, helping him get up in his position.

"You have to adjust with me now."

"Is Cancellation possible? Or maybe a replacement?" I fabricated a thoughtful look, relishing the way a big scowl adorned his face,

"No." He glared, his palm still resting on my tummy while the other encircled my back,

"Replacement and cancellation are not valid now." He bobbed his head from left to right, "Only one offer is valid."

He declared and pointed to himself and then my belly, "Buy one, Get one free." I gawked at him in stupefaction when he added, "Or maybe get two free." He raised his brows teasingly.

"Shut up." I slapped his chest, hiding my crimson face in the cavern of his embrace.

"I love you." I mumbled, placing a kiss on his chest.

"I love you, two." He whispered, dropping a delicate kiss over my head.

He cocooned me in the sanctuary of his gentle arms and assuring presence. In his presence, the world ceased to exist, the worries melting away with the warmth radiating from his skin.

His companionship exuded a sense of safety and comfort, a refuge from the chaos of the mind and the world.

His reassuring words instilled a string of optimism, an escape from the meander of uncertainties.

And, his actions, fervid yet so frisky, enticing yet so rejuvenating, grounded yet heavenly, overwhelming yet so magnetic, effortlessly pulling me towards him, my home.

In the cavern of his strong arms that held the power to shield me from the undying dread of my insecurities, my gaze darted across to our surroundings, settling over the now-setting sun.

The fading lights lingered in the atmosphere, defiant against the encroaching night. A serene stillness distilled as the final moments of daylight begin slipping away, replacing it with waves of the silvery cascade, a tapestry of lights and darks, a blanket of faint shimmer and rich silver.

My heart smiled in contentment as the sun finally met the horizon, a gentle reminder that nature was gracing us.

The magical transition of the sun and the earth, merging into one reveals the endless possibilities that lie beyond our current reality. Where the fading light serves as a reminder that even in the pit of uncertainties, there lies a promise of a new beginning and the beauty of embracing the unknown.

My eyes found his, to find him already looking at me with unmistakable love and passion.

We smiled warmly before embracing each other with open hearts and open minds, waiting to explore the endless possibilities together, building a life that is filled with satiety and happiness, prosperity and passion, and with Love.

Together, and Unrushed!

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Ah, My Adi and Rii 🥹

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