Chapter 29 - My responsibilities

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Anjali

I woke up feeling slightly sore in between my legs. I turned around to see Shiv peacefully sleeping and was amused to see his lips slightly parted. I slowly ran my hands through his soft hair hoping I wouldn't wake him up. He was really a light sleeper. I knew he was waking up everytime I changed sides too. All through the night, each time I was changing sides, I was also making sure he was there. My husband was really there! He had slept with me and he was still here next to me lying on the same bed as mine. 

Shiv was an excellent lover. Perfectly paced, perfectly rhythmic, perfectly understanding but loud. I giggled thinking about his finishing moments when he groaned my name in my ears loudly. Initially I was shocked, almost horrified but now it seemed hilarious. I don't know if he would be loud back in Mumbai too because if he was going to be that loud, the whole house will come to know what we are upto. Haaye Anjali, already thinking about future encounters! 

My phone vibrated on the night stand and I quickly turned and picked my phone. 

Your period is predicted to start today!

Oh no! Aunt Flo, not on my honeymoon. I shook my head in disapproval. Couldn't you come in two more days when I was going to go home for 'pagphere'? Maybe I should have listened to Pooja afterall and taken those pills she was suggesting. The reason I didn't take any medication was the anti-depressants had messed up with my cycles so much that it took really long to recover from all of it and now I didn't want to risk it again. 

Pagphere is a ritual when the bride goes to her parental home for the first time after marriage. 

Will Shiv be ok if he found out and I deny him? I hope so too. "Good morning!" Shiv's said in a sleepy voice. Damn, my phone's loud vibrations must have woken him up.

"Good morning, sorry I woke you up." I said apologetically and got up covering my bosom with the duvet. 

"Hmmm, sambhal ke. My soldier is up too. You might see him and make him more excited if you keep pulling the duvet like that." Shiv said putting both his hands behind his head. 

It took me a second to understand what he had just said but my cheeks warmed up when I realized and a slow gasp escaped my lips. I broke his gaze and shyly muttered, "Shiv!".

"What!? My soldier likes to say hello each morning. Seeing you like this, he is bound to get excited!" Shiv replied cheekily. I was aware of the male anatomy but hearing Shiv give out such one liners made me feel all fuzzy and I was sure I felt something down there.He then handed me the bathrobe that was on his side of night stand. 

"Here, go and freshen up. I'll order in food or at least check what our options are looking like." I took the bathrobe and tried tying it up maintaining some level of modesty.

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We were out shopping after breakfast. This time we were actually shopping and we had already bought chocolates for Pooja's kids, a neat shawl for Dadi and Ma and a very colorful one for me. Shiv had also bought me a small purse that was lined with shells on one side and my new initials written on the other side again in shells, "A.S.R" for Anjali Shiv Raheja. It was very cheesy but the artist who was sewing the shells on the purse said that everybody here on their honeymoon got these artifacts and we should too. I insisted on getting a similar but smaller version of the purse for Riya and something for Shivani Di and Jai Jeeja as a thank you gift. 

Shiv agreed on getting a different purse for Shivani and he said he will pick up drinks from duty free store at the airport. He said Harshit was into branded perfume so he would buy something for him too. As for Shiv's father, Shiv said it would be best to leave out gifts for him as he ended up scolding Shiv always. I chuckled, it was funny hearing Shiv complain that he received scolding from his father for over spending. 

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