Meera was looking at Aashrit as he came and stood in front of her. He looked at her face intently which made many thoughts go haywire in Meera's mind as she was insecure about the way she looked. Not able to face him, she turned her face to the other side making him groan inwardly.

"That is bathroom and wardrobe is connected with it. " Aashrit said pointing towards the door "Your clothes are already in wardrobe. You can change into something comfortable." He said and left towards the bed.

Meera didn't dare to look at him and she just left towards the direction he pointed to.

As she entered the bathroom, her mouth went wide. If the bedroom was gigantic then this bathroom was another level.

There was a shower on one side of the bathroom and a bathtub on the other. The bathroom was designed with a stone-clad wall. She picked up her lehenga a little bit and got rid of the heels to explore the bathroom.

There was a washbasin with a small mirror and a full body mirror at the side and various products decorated on its sides. While one idea had all the male products and the other one had all women's products. Her eyes then went to the shower area which was surrounded by glass walls. She pulled open the glass door and was mesmerized by yet other hair and body products well settled on one side, the roof shower excited her even more. She slowly closed the shower door and her eyes noticed a bathtub big enough for 2 people.

Her eyes went to the other end of the bathroom which had some stairs and then opaque glass covering the view. She climbed up the stairs and slid the door open only to make her heart stop, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"He has a swimming pool in his room." She said it unconsciously.

There was a Jacuzzi which looked like a small swimming pool filled with water with a glass window giving an ecstatic view of the outside. It looked like a scene coming straight out of a book. She rubbed her chest and took a deep breath.

She realized what she came here for and decided to explore this later on.

Meera then went in front of the washbasin and went in front of the washbasin. She looked at herself for the last time as it was one of those rare moments when she felt beautiful.

After looking at herself to her heart's content, she removed the veil from her head and hung it on the hanger. She untucked the safety pins from her shoulder letting the dupatta fall and then she removed it from her waistband leaving her in just a blouse and her lehenga with lots of jewelry.

She wanted to remove the jewelry first but the tight blouse was making it hard for her to breathe so she decided to get rid of it first. Her hand went to her back and untied the strings of the blouse, and moved a little low to unhook the blouse. She successfully hooked two hooks but the last two hooks were too tight and she just couldn't unhook them.

She turned back and tried to unhook them by seeing herself in the mirror but everything went in vain. Her hands got tired after many failed attempts.

She thought of asking Aashrit for help but she didn't have enough courage to show her husband her whole naked back neither could she stay in this blouse for the entire night.

She took her dupatta from the hanger wrapped it around her upper part and opened the bathroom door. She put her head out of the door and looked at Aashrit sitting on the bed while reading a book.

"Kunwar ji!!" She called out to him but the sound of her call didn't reach his ears.

She took a deep breath and called for him a little loud "Kunwar Jii"

Aashrit heard the faint sound of his wife and he looked up towards the bathroom and found her standing there with only her head visible.

He stood up from the bed and went to her at a fast pace "Is everything alright?" He asked seeing a distressed look on her face.

Meera nodded "Can you please call Revati di?" she said in a small voice which he might have not heard only if he was not focusing on her words.

He nodded and was about to go but stopped and looked back at her with thinned brows "Why? Is everything alright?"

"It's its ...... it's just my blouse hook is stuck." She said averting her eyes.

He nodded in understanding and thought about something and looked at her with some unsure expression "Ummmm.......... It's our wedding night." He said and saw a scared expression morphing on her face "I meant it would be weird if I called someone for such an issue and also my siblings are a bit playful. They would tease you for that." And by her expressions, he realized that his words were not much of a help. “ So instead of Revati ,I'll call some maid." He said looking at her for an answer.

His words settled in Meera's mind and she thought about the whole situation. He was right people would raise questions if he called someone for such petty issues and his siblings are playful and she might cry from their teasing. Meera took a deep breath and said "Can you please?"   and turned her back to him while her hands were shivering.

Aashrit's eyes moved to her naked back which was covered with a red-colored net dupatta which was not doing a good job in hiding it. He saw how her blouse was literally hanging on those two hooks and slipping slowly from her shoulders. Sweat beads formed on his forehead. He took a deep breath and moved close to her and noticed her hands violently shaking.

He put his hands on her shoulder "Relax!! " And like his words did some magic, her hands stopped shivering "I'll close my eyes so that you won't feel uncomfortable." He said and saw her getting visibly relaxed.

He closed his eyes and asked her to remove the dupatta from her back. Meera turned her face to confirm if he had closed his eyes and then removed the dupatta from her back and held her blouse tightly.

Aashrit's hand moved towards her back and unknowingly touched her naked back making her shiver and move forward while Aashrit took his hand back instantly and muttered a 'sorry'.

They both got awkward and faced away from each other. Meera's heart was racing while Aashrit's hand was shivering. One was exhilarated by the touch and the other one was longing for that feeling again. A silence prevailed among them and only sound of raging breath was heard until Meera spoke.

"You don't need to close your eyes." She said after much discussion in her head.

Aashrit didn't dare to turn his head "I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I will go and call someone." He said and took steps to go outside but was stopped by a hold on his hand.

He looked at his hand only to find a Mehendi and red bangle-clad hand holding his hand. He turned to look at his wife only to find her staring back at him while she was still trying to breathe normally.

"What will others think?" She said while fear was visible in her eyes.

"It doesn't matter what others will think. What matters to me is whether my wife is comfortable or not?" He said taking his hand back.

As he was about to turn back, his hand was again held by her "I don't want anyone to discuss our bedroom matters." She said trying to stop him.

"Does it matter to you what others say?" He asked.

Meera thought about his words. Does it matter to her? Yes, it does matter to her. If the talks of their bedroom secrets leave this room, then it will not be good for her husband's image. And now they both are bound by a relation, his image is hers.

And she nodded. Before Aashrit could say anything, she tightened her hold on his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. She stood in front of the mirror and removed the dupatta while hugging it securely to her front and back only leaving the tightened hooks in sight.

No words were exchanged and Aashrit looked at the hook only to find it hard for him to hold the hook due to the blouse sticking to her body like other skin.

"I' 'd need to move the fabric from your waist. Is it okay if I touch you??" He said looking at her in the mirror. Meera looked up in the mirror and their eyes met. She nodded permitting him.

He hooked his hand under the small piece of fabric holding the hooks and his finger touched her back making her shiver and goosebumps appear on her skin. His hand then swiftly opened both hooks.

As the hooks opened, the blouse fell suddenly but she held it from forward. And again their eyes met. Meera averted her eyes, feeling the shame.

Before she could understand anything, Aashrit's hand touched her neck sending a shudder down her spine.

Her eyes looked at a mirror but his were focused on her neck. She tried to turn back but was stopped by a strong hold of him on her shoulder.

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