Have you heard of Palampur? It's awesome little village nestled between the hills and valleys.
A serene village becomes the stage for a story of shattered dreams and newfound hope. Fiery and short-tempered Jiya, separated from her mother and sister...
🏍️ "When the breakfast table turns into a stage for love's little gestures." ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ 🍃🌙🪞🪷✨📜
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I stretched out my arms, opening my eyes groggily and taking a small yawn. Rubbing my eyes, I settled back into the bed, savoring the last remnants of sleep. A minute later, reality hit me with the force of a sledgehammer: I was now Mrs. Jiya Tanishk Singhaniya. My name felt almost enchanting with its new twist. Normally, I'd be lost in these thoughts, but today, my gaze drifted to where Tanishk was propped up on his shoulder, his posture oddly reminiscent of a contented cat.
"Tch, don't move!" he chided in the early morning hush.
"What happened?" I asked groggily, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. Before I could process anything, he grabbed my left arm, pulling it away from my face and placing it beside me. I sighed, following his gaze, only to find my left boob exposed. Wait, where did that come from?
I blinked several times, trying to comprehend the situation. With a sudden burst of energy, I kicked him, not in any specific place, just a general direction which caused him to lose his balance and tumble off the bed with a thud. There he was, sprawled on the floor, glaring up at me. I scrambled to cover myself properly, my face flushed with embarrassment.
Had he been watching me all night? The thought made me shudder. I wrapped myself tightly in the saree and made a hasty retreat to the bathroom.
"Damn you! Mannerless girl!" he shouted after me. I glanced back to see him wincing and glaring in my direction, but the slam of the bathroom door cut off any further remarks.
After a few moments of self-recrimination and adjusting my dishevelled appearance, I emerged from the bathroom, clutching a new packet of blouse and saree along with my garments neatly organized from the night before. With a sigh, I shot him a look that clearly said, "This is far from over."
Clearly, my husband had a new morning routine involving peeks and surprises, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle this new chapter of our life together. As I stood in the bathroom, the muffled sounds of Tanishk's complaints reached my ears, growing louder with every word.
"Seriously, Jiya?" he bellowed, clearly still irked.
"You kick me off the bed and then act all innocent? I was just admiring the view, and now look where I am......on the floor!" His tone was a mix of frustration and playful annoyance, and despite the situation, I found myself blushing. I could almost picture him sprawled on the floor, rubbing his back and glaring at the ceiling.
"Couldn't you have hesitated just a little?" I shot back!
"I'm trying to be a gentleman here, but you just had to throw me out of bed! I was enjoying the sight of your naked—"
A loud bang interrupted him, making me flinch and nearly drop my towel. I hurriedly glanced around, heart racing, wondering what on earth he was up to now. The sound of something heavy hitting the floor was followed by his exasperated shout.
