A few days had passed since the gods came to Chaitanya Lok. A tranquil morning was unfolding, as the rays of the sun travelled across the realm, bathing everything in bright luminescence.

Although the world was waking up, Srinav was still asleep. Exhaustion had settled upon his form, a testament to the ceaseless ardor with which he tended to the duties of both himself and his wife during the delicate time of her menses.

The lines etched by numerous worries were gently smoothed out in his slumber, revealing a countenance as gentle as a soft breeze brushing against rose petals. His lashes whispered against his cheeks, casting gentle shadows, while his softened breaths echoed in the stillness of the room.

Amarsri entered the room, her wet hair was wrapped in cotton cloth. Droplets of water clung to her luminous skin, sparkling like tiny diamonds under the effervescent light.

Her eyes quickly settled upon her husband, peacefully slumbering in their opulent bed. A tender smile played upon her lips as she beheld him, his divine features softened by the tranquility of sleep.

With gentle steps and a heart brimming with adoration, she walked up to the bed and sat beside Srinav's sleeping form. She extended her hand, allowing her fingertips to tenderly caress his head. A soft sigh escaped her lips, laden with reverence for the divine partner who had shouldered her responsibilities unconditionally.

Though deep in the realm of dreams, Srinav's slumbering countenance softens as if somehow aware of her presence. A soft chuckle escaped her lips seeing how precious he looked with his hair tousled and expressions relaxed while asleep.

Amarsri stood up and went to her dressing table to get ready, but still her gaze lingered upon her husband, for the tranquil allure of his innocent slumber enthralled her, and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from his peaceful countenance. 

While she stared at his sleeping form through the mirror, her nimble fingers swiftly twirled the strands of her hair into an intricate updo. Putting on resplendent garments, she adorned herself with delicate jewels, enhancing her celestial allure, while every now and then her eyes would wander back to Srinav.

She wanted to go to her kitchen to prepare breakfast with all his favourite dishes as a sign of gratitude, but Amarsri found herself unwilling, even unable, to tear herself away from his blissful embrace of sleep. Only she knows how she managed to pull herself away from the chamber and go to the kitchen.

Reaching the place, she touched her stove and bowed down to it.

"ह्रीं नम: भगवति माहेश्वरि अन्नपूर्णे स्वाहा ।।" She muttered, paying respect to Mata Annapurna

The kitchen, a resplendent haven of opulent marble and gleaming gold accents, seemed to have become alive with an enchanted ambiance, from her presence.

Without wasting another moment, Amarsri orchestrated her culinary symphony with effortless grace. Her skilled hands danced effortlessly across the countertops like delicate harmonies, as she meticulously handled the freshest ingredients from her abundant pantry.

Her love for her husband wove itself into every dish as she harmonized ingredients with an intuitive understanding of their flavors. The kitchen bustled with the sound of chopping, stirring, and simmering.

Once the food was nearly complete and the mouth-watering aromas permeated the air, Amarsri went back to her chamber where Srinav was still asleep in peaceful repose. She sat beside him and placed her fingers on his abdomen, her touch was gentle enough not to startle his slumber.

"Priye ?" She whispered softly, "Savera ho chuka hai." Srinav hummed in response.

Her dainty fingers reach out, their touch light as a gentle breeze, as she tenderly stirred him. She caressed his face, ever so softly, as if awakening the beauty of a dawn's first blush.

"Ab uth bhi jayiye." Amarsri said gently. However, Srinav remained blissfully undisturbed, his eyes closed as if he were still immersed in the realm of dreams.

A sigh escaped her lips, which then turned into a smile. She knew her husband and his unsaid demands far too well. Amarsri leaned closer to him and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead.

The gentle touch of her lips parted the veil of slumber that had engulfed him. Srinav's eyes fluttered open and fell over his wife's face. Seeing her resplendent countenance, all the fatigue and exhaustion seemed to have been vanished in an instant. His eyes sparkled with newfound vitality as he absorbed the beauty of his beloved goddess.

"Suprabhat dev." She smiled.

"Prabhat 'su' ho hi gayi." He said groggily.

"Uff ! Uthte hi." Amarsri shook her head.

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A/N

Srinav being the Sleeping Beauty, waking up only after his princess kissed him 😂

Lekin yeh chapter likhne ke baad ab mere ko sone ka man kar raha 💀

Btw.... Last chapter mei jab maine kaha ki exams sar par hai.... Uske yeh matlab nahi ki iss hafte hi hai.... 11 Oct se hai.... 😂😂

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