Chandra was watching Rohini dress in front of the mirror. Her skin glowed in his shimmering light. Her large, black eyes always held wonder in them. She smiled at his reflection in the mirror. Every time she saw him, it was as if she was seeing him for the first time; love and affection overflowed from every pore of her body. And he was happily smitten in the abundant outpouring of their love. But, an old conversation he had had with his father-in-law, Daksha, always nagged him. He had promised the father of his 27 wives that he would love all of them equally and not have any favourites. He hadn't realized what a fool he had been to make promises he couldn’t keep. He couldn't have imagined that controlling his feelings would’ve been as enormously difficult as it turned out to be. Rohini easily outshone the other wives. She dressed elegantly, she was the most graceful of them all, she was an amazing cook dishing out one delicacy after another without respite for her husband. Mo
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