Meera was sitting on a chair in the kitchen doing nothing and only looking at her husband mesmerized. She looked at her husband’s hair now tied tightly in a bun, eyes focused on the rice he was rinsing right now, sleeves folded up to his elbow clearly showing the veins popping, the black kurta was even accentuating his looks more. She remembered how she ended up on the chair.
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