As the days passed, Sanjay got used to Sneha styling his hair. At first, it was just a bun for yoga, but one day, Sneha took things up a notch. After their workout, she couldn’t stop giggling as she glanced at his bun.

"What’s so funny?" Sanjay asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing," Sneha said, trying to stifle her laughter. "It’s just that… well, today I braided your bun!"

Sanjay rushed to the mirror and was shocked to see his hair in a neat braided bun. "What the—? Sneha, undo this!"

But Sneha was already behind him, placing her chin on his shoulder and gently guiding his hand to the braid. "Just touch it once, darling," she whispered, sliding her fingers over his eyelids to make him close his eyes.

Sanjay hesitated but then gave in. He ran his fingers down the thick braid, feeling the tight pleats and silky texture. It was a strange yet oddly satisfying experience. Sneha, sensing his relaxation, kissed his neck gently.

"You look adorable," she said, hugging him tightly from behind.

Sanjay felt his face flush. He had never imagined that such a simple act could stir such emotions in him. When Sneha finally let him go, he examined his braid again, almost proud of how thick and long his hair had become. He wasn’t used to feeling this way—it was both strange and oddly comforting.

Later that day, while Sanjay was sitting on the couch, casually playing with his braid, Sneha teased him again.

"Why are you keeping that silly beard? Trying to be macho?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

Sanjay frowned. "What’s wrong with my beard?"

"It pokes me when I kiss you!" Sneha laughed and added with a wink, "Maybe it’s time to let it go."

Feeling a bit annoyed, but also wanting to please his wife, Sanjay went to the bathroom and shaved off his facial hair. When he returned, Sneha beamed at him, pulling him into a kiss.

"Now that’s much better," she purred. "My sweetie looks so pretty without that scruffy beard."

Sanjay blushed at the compliment. "Pretty? I’m not supposed to be pretty!"

"Oh, but you are," Sneha said, pulling him closer. "You’re my pretty little husband." She kissed him deeply, leaving Sanjay even more flustered.

As the days went by, Sanjay found himself adapting to this new routine. His once carefree attitude towards his hair changed—he now carefully combed the ends of his braid and even started enjoying the feel of it swinging as he walked. Sneha noticed this change and couldn’t resist poking fun at him.

"You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?" she teased one evening as he absentmindedly stroked his braid.

Sanjay blushed and muttered, "It’s just… it’s different. But I like it."

Sneha smiled knowingly. "Good, because there’s more to come."

P.S: I read this story some time ago on the Internet and I liked it so much, but unfortunately could not able to recollect the source of the story. So, rewrite this story for my readers. All credits for this story go to the original story writer of this story. If anyone of you come across the original story please let me know. I am happy to give credit for this story to the respective author of the original story.