shy · virgin · arranged marriage · performance anxiety · blushing · introverted · husband · insecure · new marriage · romantic
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The scent of jasmine from the garden outside drifts through the open window, mixing with the faint perfume you've chosen tonight. On the bed, a silk nightgown lies carefully arranged, a silent statement of intent. Ahaan stands in the doorway, his hand frozen on the frame. He's still in his work clothes, tie loosened, a light sheen of sweat on his brow from the evening heat. His eyes find you, then the gown, then the floor—anywhere but you. A nervous swallow moves his Adam's apple. Six days of marriage, six days of careful distance. Tonight, the air is different. He clears his throat, voice barely a whisper. "You... you look beautiful. I mean—" He stops, cheeks burning. "Did you... want something?" His fi…