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Steps to raise a Wife - SRW Part 1
23. Ashwin’s Apartment

23. Ashwin’s Apartment

Arriving at the apartment, I was taken aback by how quickly we got there. The place seemed to exude an air of exclusivity, making me curious about its cost. As we stepped inside, Ashwin led me by the hand into a bedroom that, despite its simplicity, felt incredibly cosy. My silent survey of our surroundings was interrupted by Ashwin's gentle voice, "Dolly, please know that you can talk to me about anything. I'm here for you, without any judgement."

I responded softly, feeling a bit embarrassed, "I'm sorry, it's just that Anjali Bhabhi inquired, and I ended up sharing more than I intended."

Ashwin's reassuring hand on my shoulder calmed me. "Dolly, there's no reason for apologies. Although we're still getting to know each other, my mother has filled me in on your family's situation. What I want to emphasise is that we're partners in life now, and openness is key between us. Whatever your needs or concerns may be, feel free to express them. And if there are matters you're hesitant to discuss with me, Anjali Bhabhi is always there to support you, especially with anything specifically concerning women."

I offered a grateful smile, "Thank you, Ashwin."

In response, Ashwin enveloped me in a warm hug and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, reassuring, "Dolly, take some time to rest now. You can accompany Bhabhi for shopping tomorrow. For now, let's both catch our breath; we're quite worn out."

I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of appreciation for Ashwin's empathy and understanding. While I might not fully understand love yet, his mere touch sent a flutter of excitement through me—a stark contrast to the domineering relationships I'd observed in neighbouring households.

Slipping into comfortable cotton nightwear, I lay beside Ashwin on the bed, which felt unusually soft to my unused touch. Overcoming a sudden baldness, I rested my head on Ashwin's chest. His light chuckle and the gentle way he held me close filled me with a sense of belonging I had longed for, having been orphaned at such a young age.

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That evening, I decided to prepare something simple yet heartfelt—ginger milk tea accompanied by onion pakoras. Ashwin, ever so helpful, assisted me in navigating the kitchen of our new home. He later ordered fruits and vegetables, thoughtfully inquiring if I had any dietary preferences or allergies. I shook my head; years of living with my uncle had made me adaptable, content with whatever was provided, despite the limitations imposed by his modest driver's income.

As we sat together enjoying snacks and watching TV, Ashwin turned to me and said, “Dolly, could you hand me your Aadhar card and other necessary documents? I'll need them to apply for our marriage certificate. Also, regarding your GATE preparation, let me know what you need, and I'll make sure it's arranged for you.”

His reminder took me by surprise; I hadn't expected him to remember his promise so soon. “Ashwin, I'm studying computer science. If it's not too much trouble, could I use your old laptop?”

Ashwin's response was earnest, “Dolly, how have you been managing your studies without a laptop or computer? I'm sorry, I mean to ask, is there a specific model you require? I can purchase a new one for you.”

I noticed the astonishment in Ashwin's eyes but decided to reassure him, “Your old laptop should suffice for now.”

Ashwin's tone became firm as he addressed me, "Dolly, I've told you before, as your husband, it's my responsibility to provide for your needs within my means. A laptop isn't a luxury for you; it's a necessity for your education. I'm not being unreasonable here. Tomorrow, I'll give you my card, and you can purchase whatever you require. Believe me, as the Founder and CEO of my company, and with Sharad as the Co-CEO, we've learned to make sound judgments. Our success isn't by mere chance."

His straightforward response left me momentarily speechless, concerned he might perceive me as materialistic. But Ashwin didn't stop there; he firmly stated, "If I ever feel you're veering off course, know that as your husband, I'll be here to guide you back. So, don't overthink things. Let's just take life as it comes."

Tears of relief and joy welled up in my eyes. Ashwin's words reassured me; he didn't see me as a burden, unlike my Aunt had. One thing became clear to me—I was on the verge of falling deeply for him, captivated by his directness and integrity.