On one evening, Ciara was staring at her reflection as she sat in front of the dressing mirror with her mother who was styling her hair. She refused to have any makeup done or hair stylist claiming that brides look their prettiest if only they want to get married and if they are in love which wasn't the case with her. Mrs Roberts let her be because to her, accepting the wedding was more than enough. After fixing her hair, she said," I know that you're angry at us right now but I also know that you will thank us for doing this in the future. Vikram loves you, he has always done. And it's you who brought this upon yourself." She puffed her cheeks in response and they heard a knock on the door before it opened. "Are you done? Vikram and his parents reached the Magistrate's long time ago! This is so embarrassing let's go," came the calm words from Mr Roberts and with that, they left for the marriage registration.
Getting out of the Magistrate's office, Vikram's happiness knew no bounds. She was officially his wife and mother of his child. What more could he ask for? Both families decided to head out for dinner together in an attempt to create a closer bond after all they were now in-laws. And on this gathering, they all expressed their happiness about their coming grandchild. Vikram's parents were the happiest because they knew what this meant for their son. All this while, Ciara had a bored expression on her face as if waiting for this day to come to the end.
After the dinner, both families wished them luck and happiness before they sat in the car that took them home. When the car halted, Ciara wondered why they weren't at his house and she looked at him questioningly then he said," This is where we are going to stay from today." 'At least he was considerate enough to get another place', she thought. He opened the door then went to her side and she rolled her eyes saying," I'm not sick." He didn't listen to her and helped her out of the car instead.
When they made their way inside, she liked their new place. All the interior designs and colors were her favorite, she noted. "I didn't recruit maids because I thought you might want to handle that. They are coming tomorrow morning so that you can select," he said. "I'm not interested in that. I want to sleep," she said. "You're not eating anything?"
"I'm full. Just want to rest." With that, he took her to their bedroom and she realized that he also designed it to her liking. He knew her so well. "You go ahead and sleep. I will shower and join you," with that, he went to the bathroom as she remained sitting there scrutinizing the bedroom.
A few moments later, he came back in his pajamas and found that she was sleeping at the edge of the bed with her legs resting on the floor and he shook his head. She hadn't removed her shoes and she also hadn't covered herself. He squatted down and removed her shoes then noticed that her feet had slightly became swollen. He wondered why she wore tight heels well knowing her condition. He then carried her and placed her at the right side of the bed before covering her upper body. Sitting at the bed's foot, he placed her feet on his lap then started giving them a gentle massage careful not to wake her.
A while later, he was done and covered her legs too then opened the bedside drawer before getting out a hair bonnet. Coming back to her, he gently gathered her hair and placed the bonnet on her head before dimming the lights and joining in to his side of the bed. He could clearly hear her soft snores and he chuckled after recalling how she hates it when she's told that she snores.
In the morning, when the sun rays that peeked from the window fell on her face, Ciara creased her brows and slowly, she opened her eyes. She suddenly sat up as she got alarmed looking at the unfamiliar room until realisation struck her that they had moved in here yesterday. Yes, she was a married woman now, however much she hates to agree. Just then, the door opened and in came Vikram with a tray which contained breakfast. He placed it on the bedside table and asked," How was your night?" "Fair," she replied. "Alright then. Have some breakfast before we head down and you select the maids of your choice," he said. "I don't care whom you hire," she reminded him. "I still think you should care since they will be more of your maids than mine. I brought them for you. You very well know that I am not so fond of maids."
He was right. Back at his house, he had an elderly woman who came once a week to clean the house and around. He would wash own clothes and food was delivered. If need arose, he would cook for himself. "Okay, thank you," she meant the breakfast to which he nodded to and left the room.