Starting from friendship
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The sun has gone down. But his remnants still remain. Yet the spectrum of the last points of the sun is shining tinyly. In the context of which the evening has become more colorful.
Jannat is standing with his hands on the window cornice. In that red glow of the sun, her face has become impeccably beautiful.
- Get out now? (Paradise)
- I thought, let's go!
- What should I read?
- I smiled and said, your wish.
- A little cheerful voice said, no you say.
- Wear a sari.
After a long time, he came out to fix the sari. Long hair, just like blonde, Kajal in the eyes ...... The best beauty in the world is standing in front of me.
- Come on.
- As soon as he came near, I put my hair in his ears.
I heard the name of the fairy tale Rapunzel who was stolen by a witch when she was a child. And Prince Charming rescued. But no one can take my Rapunzel I stay.
I am walking with the desire to hold his hand in secret. Maybe the secret desire has been transferred and reached his mind because of being together. There was a slight shiver as soon as I grabbed his hand. In fact, I did so much mischief when I was a close friend, so now I am hesitant to hold hands.
We have been married for seven days. But the whole credit goes to Jannat and my family. When I heard about Jannat's marriage, I stopped all communication because I fell in love with her in my heart. Of course, it has become a little easier for me due to such indifference and negligence of the couple to fix her marriage. I couldn't understand when they (my family) fixed everything except the wedding day.
Jannat is playing with my fingers. In the light of the lamppost, he wants to look at her face. But that was a close friend ....
I came walking in front of a restaurant.
I sat in front of him in the restaurant to eat. I'm looking at his food. When I look into his eyes, I look down and a smile appears on the corners of his lips. There is a small piece of food on the corner of his lips. I stared at it for a while and then I wiped it off with my finger. The language of his eyes is like this .... Why are you ashamed to touch your wife?
At the end of the meal, he started walking hand in hand again. I realized he had a little courage to hold hands for a long time. Sometimes he is tickling the palm of my hand with his finger. I'm smiling without looking at him. Paradise is noticing that.
- Why are you smiling?
- No, not at all.
- Smiles are a sign of mischief.
- Well, let's go home now.
- No. . . . I will go around in a rickshaw.
- I know why I want to fulfill the current desires of paradise.
It's not that I didn't do it before, but the time of friendship and the time after marriage are really different. Even if I show anger during friendship, just like I fulfill my whims, after marriage, I think let me do more whims.
I sat side by side in the rickshaw. Her unruly hair is moving over my face in the light air.
He is not removing it on purpose, as if I am removing his hair.
But I am drowning in the smell coming from her hair.
The rickshaw stumbled because the road was bad. Well done. Jannat is holding my hand tightly. I removed the bandage on his hand and I grabbed his hand tightly.
There is a smile on Jannat's face.
- Well, why are you behaving like a stranger? I am not your married wife.
- Listening to him, it seems that he has been offended by my behavior.
I said short, sorry.
- What happened here, sorry? Hold hands whenever you want.
I could see the sparkle of that smile on the corner of her lips again.
I woke up in the middle of the night and saw that his head was on my hand. And his hand on my chest.
I grabbed his hand and kissed his palm. I removed the hair from her face and looked at her smiling face. I kissed his forehead and hugged him.
The last two days when I came back from the office, I was overwhelmed to see my favorite food on the dining table.
Today, seeing that it did not exist, my chest swelled. Is paradise okay?
I went to the next room and saw him carrying clothes in his bag.
- What's the matter, where are you going?
- (Shut up)
- Seeing his silence, it seems that I have made a mistake.
- Tell me what happened.
- What are you talking to me about? Go talk to that date.
- I understand where the mistake is this time ...
Tithi was my junior. I first met him in a programming competition while he was at varsity. Since then I have been submitting presentations together in different places.
And even today, while talking, he may have taken this news in one way or another, so he is so angry.
- Well, sorry, he's my junior. My colleague. And would I like to talk to someone other than you !!
- Yes, you don't have to show that much style. I'm going to my father's house.
- A little courage seems to have increased.
Father's house? Hmmm ... you can't go anywhere.
- Who are you talking about?
- I'm your husband. I don't mean not.
I hugged him very tightly.
I can't imagine a moment other than you.
- After all this time, I have the courage to hug !! The dose worked.
- I raised my face and said, you mean?
- I and Tithi match ... and he smiled. After all this time, you have the courage.
- And I was overwhelmed by his naughty behavior and grabbed him by the wall. I can find the depth of love in her eyes.
Standing on the balcony, the two of us are enjoying the light cold air. Her naughty soft cheeks are waking up to the naughty desire to stick to my cheeks. Neither of them is feeling cold, nor is it supposed to. I have embraced both of them with all the warmth of the body.
