What does Urvi like in desserts? " I ask Anuradha bhabhi who is chopping potatoes for French fries.

She prefers doing most of the cooking on her own and she cooks the best , honestly.

" Umm..... " She makes the thinking sound and says , " She has a sweet tooth like her father , so anything sweet will be good. "

Dhairya has a sweet tooth?

Interesting.

And.....

Noted.

" But still. " I want it to be particular. " Anything specific. "

She hums tossing the potatoes into cornstarch.

" Urvi likes baklava the most. Day or night. Her stomach is full to the brim or not , it's something she can eat however and whenever. Why? You planning on making something for her? "

I nod and she smiles. Her eyes soften.

She is like our mother-in-law. Too much emotional.

Washing her hands and drying them up , she turns the stove on and lets the oil boil.

" You know , Urvi was just two years old when her mother died. It was not only a terrible thing but also very shocking. Dhairya was so out of it that he mostly stayed at his office and the poor baby was left alone. We did everything to make it good for him and her but it was as if everything had - fallen apart. " She places a hand on my shoulder and pats it with care.

" It might take a while , but those two will accept you with their heart. In fact , our little girl has already started opening up with you , hasn't she? "

I don't know what to say. Emotional stuff isn't for me , so I just smile.

" Okay then. I must start preparing things to make baklava. " I say stepping towards the counter and then the sun settles and the moon shines in the sky and I only get aware of it when I am done with making baklava.

I have plated it for everyone but first , it's for Urvi.

So , grabbing one of the plates , I walk out in the living room and look around but Urvi isn't there.

It's evening. Dhairya is in the house as well. So most probably they are up in the room.

Without thinking much , I walk up the stairs and knock on the door. It is opened revealing Urvi with a pencil in her small palm.

" Maggie , what are you doing here? " She asks and yes , she calls me Maggie even though it has nothing to do with my hair.

" I made something for you. " I say and walk inside the room , closing the door behind.

We move towards the couch and as I place the plate on the table , I see her eyes sparkle like diamonds.

God! She looks so cute , my heart hurts.

" Bakvalaaaa!!!!" She mispronounces the word and grabs a piece of it before eating up a whole.

" God , slowly little donut. Slowly. There is more. You can eat as much as you want. " I say stroking her shoulder length hair and her eyes widen into two round cute circles as she talks with her mouth full.

" Wellw? (Really?)"

" Yes , kiddo. " I smile as she enjoys the dessert.

Somehow , I realise , that Dhairya is not in the room.

" Uh..... Were is your papa ? " I ask and she points towards the washroom door.

" Hmm. "

Suddenly she stands up from her place holding the plate and says , " Manav Bhai also likes this. Can I take it to him? "

" Sure. " I wipe off the crumbs around her lips as she rushes out with the plate stumbling on her feet in the process.

" carefully! " My own instincts jolt up as the door closes behind her. Now , there is this smile on my face that always appears because of this little girl.

I do not remember the last time someone gave me those bright eyes because of something I did.

" What the fuck are you doing here? "

My eyes snap to my left where Dhairya is standing freshly showered and ---- half naked.

Water droplets trickle down his bulky figure with hairs sticking to his forehead.

Daaaamn.

Those black locks are dripping water , gliding down like pearls , the dim and warm yellow lights glow his muscular figure golden and tanned.

damn-it !

Those perfectly built six pack abs settle down to his navel and the white towel rests just above his V-line that has veins rooting down the fabric.

Slowly, his eyes move.

The only thing that glows dark right now are those eyes. How can someone's orbs look do deadly all the time?

" Stop fucking staring at me- "

" Stop cursing and talking to me like that! " I coldly speak and watch his eyes visibly darken.

His jaw hinges tight and hand forms into a fist.

It has been almost a month since our marriage and I feel that I am perfectly getting on his nerves.

At times , I feel that he is going to slit my throat but then his control is quite good at himself that he remains in his posture and doesn't move at all.

Like a statue , he freezes himself so that he can hide what hedious things he wants to do.

But for how long will this continue?

" You ! - you get out of my room! " His upper lip twitches into a snarl and when I do not move from my spot , a low growl leaves his throat, vibrating my insides.

Oh my!

This man.

" I told you to talk to me properly , didn't I ? " My question hangs in the air and I see cracks around him that pool with anger.

Slowly the room feels smaller and my breath starts to suffocate.

Dhairya has this thing in his lone presence that makes my lungs burn for oxygen.

" Meera. " This is the second time he has said my name and the way he calls out my name - No one could ever do things to me the way his savageness does.

There is a mockery in his tone. A stab of knife that ripples my blood and makes it rush in every single vein in waves.

He is a thunderstorm that always makes my insides messy and withered.

But right now , let's not push the button more.

He is doing good.

He is doing great at controlling his anger.

He doesn't go in the backyard that frequently anymore.

He is doing great , honestly.