Shivangshis pov-
An alarm sound rang in my ears, I groaned while opening my eyes ... for two minutes I didn't realize it was not my room, turning my head to the side I was about to scream seeing a man beside me then I remembered it just my husband. With long lashes, a sharp jaw, a trimmed beard, and wavy hair he is handsome, no handsome will be a small word he looks like a very attractive model, as you imagine as a fictional Wattpad character or novel character. Everything about him screams perfect expect his fate, look how he had to marry me whereas we both belong to two different worlds.
I sighed as I get up took the bath and wore a saree as it is officially my first day after marriage. It is time now in Switzerland. So, the tempareture is bearable, plus this guy fuvking live in a mention and the floor is heated. I got ready and took the sindoor to put in my hairline, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and it felt weird really weird to see myself as a newlywed. I was startled to hear the washroom door opening, he is up.
Shivangshi's saree-
I got outside the closet and came downstairs, Mr. sen aunty is in the kitchen she greet me when she saw me. I asked what should I do to help her and she said I have to cook ghee rice and Payesh\ kheer for lunch as its for boubhat ritual [ Bengali ritual where bride have to cook something for in laws] aunty and the househelper made the breakfast and grandma come out her room and I took her blessing. She then call everyone for breakfast, Rudradeb's father came I took his blessing too.
''Shivangshi ma please call me baba and don't hesitate to say anything to us we are all family now. Come to me directly if my idiot son ever say anything disrespectful,ok?''
I nod my head slightly.
'Don't go to him just beat him with your chappal if he say anything rude you have my permission. Then come to me I will also beat his ass with my stick.'' His grandma said
I chuckled, seems like he have a good relationship with his family. At least one of us has a loving family.
All of them sat on the table to have breakfast but He didn't. I was
Looking towards stairs Aunty noticed it. 'He will be late sit down
With us and have breakfast, you don't have to wait.'
'It's his official first day after marriage cant he come early today at
Least today' Baba said shaking his head.
After 10 minute Mr. Sen come to have breakfast while wearing a black suit.
RF- where are you going Rudra?
R- office baba I have a important meeting with a client
RA- What? Rudra its your Boubhat today you cant go. We have lots of rituals.
R- Aunty please I can't stay today. The day I went to India I already postponed this meeting it will create a problem for me if cancel today also. Besides we guys continue the rituals I don't care.
Mr.Sen spoke while looking at me. It's an awkward situation for me I don't know why but I feel like an outsider in this conversation.
RF- you will not go anywhere today. What do mean you don't care? Its your wedding ritual you have to perform it or did you forget you are married now
I don't care baba and I don't want to perform any more rituals. Only because of u, I get tangled in this marriage. You told me to get married I did it that's it I won't take any responsibility for this marriage'' Mr. Sen shouted angrily while storming out of the house. While all of us stood there, I felt so helpless in this situation I really didn't know what to do. Baba looks so embarrassed and apolozied from me.
'You don't have to sorry to me baba. Please don't force him anymore. I know the situation and I think we should give him some time. Besides I need time too.'
I cook lunch for everyone redeeming the ritual. I made ghee rice, vegetable curry, different types of fries, fish curry, and kheer. Everyone loved the food. Honestly, I love to cook especially baking. I have a dream to open a bakery business.
After everyone had their lunch I was getting food for myself and aunty as we both didn't had ours. Mr. Sen entered into the house , our eyes met for a second he looked towards aunty and asked for lunch. She told him to sat on the table, aunty served him lunch while I served ours. I sat across him, he is eating silently without any expression. Did he not like it?
How was the food Rudra? Aunty ask. Fine , he said while getting up from the chair.
My days occupied like that. I made a very good connection with baba, granny and aunty. But me and Mr. Sen have no progress. Although we live in a same room, sleep on the same bed we don't talk to each other. He has a habit of waking up very early in the morning at 5 am and going to the gym and by the time I woke up and got ready, he was getting ready for the office. At night he returns home very late sometimes I stay up for him but he don't care. Most of the time he already had dinner from outside.
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His family loves me like their own and cares for me like I am their daughter. Baba even taught me how to drive. Granny, Aunty, and I played board games and sometimes went to the temple or walked. It's sweet and emotional for me to know that my own family didn't give me the love I deserve.
Time flies, it already have been 1 month I came here in Switzerland. I am making breakfast for everyone at 6 am, other than Mr.Sen everyone is still sleeping and my body is kind of habituate to wake up at 6:30 as I used to go work at 9 am. I kind of feel bored here as my schedule was packed in India. I was working as a manager at a mid range company, my salary was good. Now I am here I kinda wish to do something. I do have a degree in culinary and I loved to bake, this days I think about starting a bakery here but for that I need money. I have some savings but it's not enough.
I finished making breakfast, today I made red roti, veg sabji, chai, egg sandwich and coffee for Mr.Sen.
Today feels a bit special because some guests are coming over to meet me. They are from Mr. Sen's mashi's (mother's sister) family, who also live here. Honestly, I usually feel awkward meeting new people since small talk isn't my strong suit. However, I'm excited to meet them because, after moving to this country, I've noticed how everyone seems so busy with their own lives. People here don't visit each other's homes often, unlike in our country, where neighbors interact, share food, and have a sense of community.
Another reason I'm looking forward to meeting them isthat Mr. Sen's mother is no longer with us. I've only seen her picture, and I'mcurious to meet her sister, as siblings often resemble each other.
I call everyone to have breakfast and go to our room to call Mr.Sen.
Oh shit! He just got out of shower in a towel almost naked. After 1 month of this marriage 1 thing I can write in a stamp paper with guarantee that he is really hot like fire hot.
He looked at me eyebrow raising , ' I...I came to tell you breakfast is ready' I stammered with my words and hurridly got out of the room without looking back.
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