Samyukta's POV

In the two weeks since our wedding, we've found ourselves engaging in more relaxed and open conversations. There's a comforting routine that has developed at night. We simply enjoy cuddling together as we drift off to sleep.

One night he came to bed shirtless. I could finally get a glance of his fit and toned body. He has six-pack abs and a toned chest making me feel...uhh, leave it. 

You already know what I mean. 

When he came to bed, he noticed me staring at his torso shamelessly. He chuckled lightly, pulling me out of my trance. My cheeks became red, realizing what I was doing right now. I quickly covered myself with the duvet and slept at the edge of the bed, facing my back at him.

After some time, I felt the bed sink. He went inside the duvet, and suddenly, my half body was on him. Our faces were so near to each other that our lips almost touched. My heart raced at the speed of a bullet train. I could feel his abs on my belly, and my chest was on his, making me shy. He was staring into my soul. I tried to look away from his eyes towards my right. He pulled my chin up with his left hand and made me look him in the eyes.

"What happened, wifey?" He asked in a husky voice, making me go gaga for his voice. Wifey!!!

I shook my head in a no.

"Then why're you ogling at my body, baby?" He asked again. Baby!!!

I couldn't look in his orbs anymore. I turned my face to my right again, making my left ear come near his lips.

"Don't keep your wishes to yourself. Your wish is my command." He whispered in that husky tone in my ear, making me shudder. 

He left me, and I hurriedly went to the same position I was in before. Within a few seconds, I felt his right arm around my waist, and he pulled me towards himself like a doll. I gasped. I was tucked in his arms with my back resting on his chest. I feel so small under him but it felt so warm to be in his embrace and a level of comfort that I can't explain.

"I have to go to Bangalore day after tomorrow," he suddenly broke the silence.

I turned towards him, our faces now inches apart. "For how long?" I asked, not wanting him to be away from me, even if just for a while.

"A week," he replied. Seven damn days!

"Okay..." I sighed, already feeling a sense of longing.

"Will you miss me?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Very much," I replied, cuddling him more.

"Oww...my baby will miss me," he teased, his fingers caressing my hair.

"I'm not a baby," I defended myself, pouting.

He chuckled, "Take care of yourself and don't miss me too much."

"Come back soon," I smiled and said.

He nodded, and we drifted off to sleep.

Two days later, he left for Bangalore. Despite the family's insistence that he take me with him I couldn't tag along. I couldn't manage more leaves, having already taken ten days off for our wedding.

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It's been six days since he left. He calls me every evening at seven. When I'm home, we talk until dinner, and when I'm on duty, our conversations are shorter. I miss him terribly. Despite being close to my in-laws, I find myself missing him throughout the day. The week has felt long, and tomorrow, he'll be back. I'm on cloud nine just thinking about it. When he returns, I'll hug him tightly. This week has been hard for me; I've become addicted to his company in just two weeks.

As I lay on the bed, cuddling his pillow, thoughts of him and the week's loneliness fill my mind. His cologne has become my nightly companion somehow easing the longing a bit.

Tomorrow I've an ovarian cyst laparoscopy surgery scheduled for nine in the morning. The procedure might take more than ten hours to complete. This means if it extends, I won't be able to pick him up from the airport as we had planned. A twinge of disappointment lingered in my heart, but my focus shifted to the upcoming surgery and the hope for a smooth and successful outcome so that I can come to him as soon as possible. 

With thoughts swirling in my mind, I eventually drifted off to sleep.