He walked to the old wooden dining table and pulled out a chair. "Come. The parippu curry is still warm. Amma made sure."
She heard his footsteps before she saw him. Unni. Her husband of exactly six hours.
He didn't say anything at first. He just stood beside her, his shoulder almost touching hers, looking at the same rain.
"Mounathinu shesham... Hridayangal thammil oru vivaham." (After the silence… a marriage between hearts.)