Chapter 39

Augustus

My wife was entwined in my arms like a bunch of beautiful roses curled in green creepers. Her face, as pretty as a bewitched picture that looked absolutely innocent and pristine, was made just for me. A soft tendril occupies a place on her rosy cheeks by the gentle breeze coming out of the window. Careful not to disturb her I gingerly blow the air on her face to free her arresting profile of the soft tresses. She stirs a bit and then readjusts herself to a comfortable position twining up more into me. I chortle at her cute deeds and bend my head to kiss her hair. A feeling of contentment encapsulates.

It has been almost two years since we are married. I did not know how the time passed by. I never knew I could smile so much. My business partners and friends compliment me on my hunky changeover now that I smile more often. My mind is always occupied by her thoughts and body is filled by her scent wherever I am.

Looking down at my sleeping wife wr