Meera was sitting in the middle of the bed, her heartbeat fast and rapid, hands sweaty and hot by grasping hard on her embroidered dupatta that even the stones and beads in the dupatta were making prints on her palm and turning them red, as she heard the door of the sitting area open and then close after a minute. Her heart fluttered In anticipation as she heard his footsteps nearing their bedroom, and then from behind the veil she saw him entering the room before he closed the door behind him. Her breathe hitched and she dig her toes