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Aak: okay, come. First dress change panniko. Appo than freeya sapida mudiyum.

Shruti nodded her head but just then something hit her head.

Shr: but naan vera dress eduthutu varalaye. Naan potutu vantha dress kooda half saree. Athuve uncomfortable ah than irukum. Naan appove sonnan skirt or chudi potukuranu. Priya ka than kekave illa. Ippo naan enna panrathu.

She pouted and he badly wanted to peck on her pout. But composed himself and cleared his thoughts.

Aak: I had stocked your dress here. You can use them whenever we come here to spend time here.

He picked her up in the bridal style and her hands automatically flung around his neck.

Shr: what do you mean by stocking them here? This is rented place, right?

Aakash looked at her and just smiled. She widened her eyes in realisation.

Shr: Don't say that you own this.

Aak: we own this.

Shr: but I had never heard about private beaches in India.

Aak: why not?

Shr: well, It seems like I don't know anything about you then.

Aak: you will know about me some or other day. I can tell about myself. But I don't wish to say anything about me for certain time. Because even if I say there won't be full truth. So, let me reveal myself when I am ready to reveal my whole self.

He paused for a moment.

Aak: only if you trust me.

Shr: and what made you think that it would be hard for me to trust you? If I had not trusted you, I wouldn't have been in your arms as your wife right now without knowing any single detail about you.

Aakash smiled and kissed her forehead before dropping her on the floor of closet in their room. She just gasped at the mini textile showroom with men and women collections just for them both.

Shr: well, I don't think I need this much.

Aakash quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned close to her ears.

Aak: but I wanna pamper you just like your parents or maybe more than them.

Shruti's eyes watered with the mention of her parents. Yes, he was right. Though her father was not that famous but he was very good businessman and her mother was a designer.

They always pampered her as if she was a princess in some fairytale. The mere thought of how they had spoiled her pierced her heart.

Then she remembered her mother's stern glare to her and her father when Prabhu support Shruti's mischievous activities and encourage her without her knowledge. As much as she spoil her with her love, she never let Shruti to do indisciplinary things.

Aakash understood her memory lane and started distracting her from the thought of her parents. He slowly pulled her veil down and kept that safely on the couch beside.

Aak: naan yen intha dress unaku kuduthan theriyuma?

She looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was busy in untangling her hair and the accessories from her hair.

Shr: yen?

He caressed her hair from top to bottom and started braiding it loosely.

Aak: ithu namma family tradition. Intha lehanga than bride marriage la potupanga. Ithu pala generation ah pass anathu. Mumma sagurathuku munnadi, oru ten days irukumnu nenaikiran, ivanga enkita kuduthu itha unkita kuduka sonanga.