As I described before, I am not fat, but neither am I a petite little waif. My height combined with my normal non-skinny build means that I weigh enough for most men to be unable to just pick up easily. When Dhruv had wanted to ceremonially carry me over the threshold of our apartment after we got married, he had been able to hold on to me only for a few seconds, and had put me down almost at once.

The colonel however, was carrying me with surprising ease. Holding my naked body in his arms, he quietly walked into his bedroom, the major following one step behind as if they were a 2 man marching formation. In the bedroom, he put me down gently on a big kingsized bed with crisp and neatly tucked in white sheets. I lay there on the bed, my fingers playing with my hair, staring at the colonel.