Anushri's POV
The days after the wedding seemed to pass in a blur. With every passing moment, I was adjusting to my new life, my new home, and my new family. The weight of the unknown was still heavy in my heart, but with each small step forward, I began to feel less like a stranger. Still, there was one thing I hadn’t been able to shake off — the mystery surrounding my husband.
Until now, I had only known him as the man who stood by my side during the wedding, the man with kind eyes and a gentle smile. But I had never asked his name. I had never had the chance to.
But today, it was different.
It was a quiet morning, the house still sleepy from the late-night celebrations. I was in the kitchen, helping mom means my mother in law with breakfast, when I felt a sudden urge to know more about the man I had married. As I stirred the pot of chai, my mind raced with thoughts of him. What was his story? What was he like as a person, beyond the stoic man I had seen the past few days?
I glanced over at mom, who was humming while arranging the plates.
“Umm, mom…” I began, my voice slightly hesitant.
“Yes, Anushri?” she replied, glancing up from the kitchen counter.
“I... I don't know his name,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed. “I realized that since the wedding, I never actually asked him.”
She looked at me with understanding. “Oh, dear! His name is Amey. Amey Pednekar.”
Amey.
The name rolled off my tongue like a secret I’d been dying to know. Amey Pednekar.
For the first time since the wedding, I felt a rush of relief. He had a name. A real name. It felt like I could finally begin to understand him, in some small way. It wasn’t just "the groom" or "the stranger." He was Amey.
The sound of his footsteps interrupted my thoughts. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his eyes locking with mine. There was a subtle smile on his face, as if he knew I had been thinking about him.
“Good morning,” he said softly, his voice warm.
“Good morning,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest.
Mom left us alone in the kitchen, and for the first time, I felt like I was really meeting him. He stood there, awkward for a moment, before speaking again.
“How’s your morning going?” he asked, his tone casual but kind.
“It's… good,” I replied, trying to steady my racing heart. “I’ve been helping your mother with breakfast.”
Amey nodded. “You’re settling in well, then?”
I smiled, a little shy. “I think so. Everyone has been so welcoming.”
He stepped closer to me, his smile gentle but reassuring. “I’m glad to hear that. If you need anything, just let me know.”
I nodded, feeling the tension in my chest ease. It was small, but it was a start. Amey wasn't just a stranger anymore. I could see a glimmer of the person behind the title of "husband."
But before we could continue our conversation, there was a knock at the door.
Third Person’s POV
The wedding festivities had finally come to an end, and with the last of the guests leaving, the house started to feel quieter. The lively chatter had dissipated, leaving only the hum of normalcy behind.
Amey's family had stayed for a few days after the wedding to help with the transition. Now, it was time for them to return to their own homes.
Anushri watched from the balcony as her in-laws packed their things and prepared to leave. The house, which had felt so full of life just days before, now seemed empty. The sounds of her family moving about — the laughter, the chatter — were fading away, and she was left with just her husband and his immediate family.
Her gaze drifted to Amey, who was standing by the door, talking with his father and his relatives. For a moment, their eyes met across the room, and Anushri smiled. He returned the smile with the same quiet warmth, and something in her heart fluttered.
She felt the stirrings that would be filled with both uncertainties and possibilities. Amey's family was leaving, and soon it would be just them.
As the last of Amey’s relatives left, Amey turned to her and gestured toward the living room. “They’re gone. It’s just us four now.”
Anushri nodded, her heart racing. “Just us,” she whispered. The words felt strange, but in a good way. She wasn't sure what this new life would bring, but for the first time, she wasn’t as scared.
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