I leaned against the doorframe of our bedroom, watching Shiv gather his files and adjust his blazer in front of the mirror. His hair was slightly ruffled, and the furrow in his brows told me he was mentally going over some meeting details. I couldn't help but stare for a moment longer than I should have. This man—my husband. Even after a month of marriage, the word felt strange but weird I am obsessed with this word. Yet here we were, settling into this new chapter of life together.
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