Meera's POV: I'm getting ready standing infont of the mirror. What's going to happen more in my life I have no idea. How many more problems I need to face? I questioned God in my mind. The bathroom door opened reviling my husband in only the towel around his waist. We looked at each other through the mirror but I awaited my eyes soon. It's not like the first time I'm seeing him in this attire. But still I feel one kind to look at him that way. He slowly came and stood behind me. He put his hands around my waist and kept his chin on my shoulder. I'm waring a saree so he's enjoying with his hands on my bare waist. "Don't stress yourself about anything, I'm here with you right?" He said sweetly. I looked into his eyes through the mirror and gave a half smile. I'm having a tough time w

