The next morning, Abhimanyu walked in to the closet to choose a comfortable set of clothes for the day ahead. He picked out a black sweatshirt and black sweatpants to go with them. Black looked like a perfect color for the day he planned. He ditched the wrist watch, and then went for sneakers. He let his hair take its own shape, leaving them untouched. He picked up his phone, to text Abeer. 

Akshara walked into the room, with her husband's most preferred black coffee, with just two spoons of milk. She wasn't surprised to find him all black. It only excited her slightly. Just slightly, she told to herself. Keeping that aside, she believed that her husband looked extremely hot in black, second in the list. She didn't want to think about the first and walked to him with a smile.