Vincenzo's POV:
Her body froze under the duvet and I knew she was shocked. Grabbing her more closely to me I tightened my grip on her dupatta which I used to. Yeah, it was my habit whenever she wore a dupatta, shawl, or any other Indian attire. I still didn’t know why I used to do that but I was doing it and I can’t stop doing that now when I understood why I did that. It was my feeling of insecurity that she’d leave me. This morning when I saw her wearing a kurti in her favorite purple color and saw her wearing a dupatta, I immediately wanted to hold her dupatta but I controlled then and now I couldn’t and won’t.
I started to caress her hair and within 10 minutes, her breathing got routine and I slowly lifted my head to see her sleeping heavily. A smile crept on my face seeing her lik
