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βI was ready in my black tuxedo Armani suit in another room because Anaisha was getting ready in our room. And that one thought never left my mind. How would she look in that saree? Of course, she would look beautiful; she was very beautiful. Would her lips flutter or her hands tremble, not out of hesitation but at the quiet feeling? Was she lowering her lashes or fidgeting with her pallu on her fingers out of shyness? I shook my head and a small, amused smile came to my lips; god, how much I had observed about her in just one week of our marriage. I always noticed everything quietly, but when it came to my wife, my senses were always on alert mode; I observed more.
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