honeymoon farewell

In the evening, a soft, golden light filtered through the windows as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over everything. The air was cool and crisp, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves outside, hinting at the approaching night.

Rajeev and Gowthami stood in the hall, their bags packed and ready for their honeymoon trip. The room was filled with a mixture of excitement and a touch of melancholy. Vyaaghra, their majestic tiger, lay on the floor, his head resting on his massive paws, eyes following Gowthami’s every move with a forlorn expression.

Sensing his sadness, Gowthami walked over and wrapped her arms around Vyaaghra’s powerful neck, burying her face in his soft fur. “Don’t worry, Vyaaghra,” she whispered gently. “It’s just a small trip. We’ll be back soon, I promise.” Vyaaghra let out a low, rumbling purr, a sign of his reluctant acceptance.

Behind Vyaaghra, Uma stood with a reassuring smil