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As the puja concluded, the temple stairs transformed into a haven of benevolence. The women of the Rathore family, with hearts brimming with compassion, distributed food and clothes to the impoverished children sitting on the stairs.
Amidst the charitable distribution of food and clothes to the needy children, Isha found a moment to share some joyous news with Priya. As Priya, engrossed in offering Prashaad (sweetened confection) and sweets to a young child, Isha approached her with a mixture of excitement and hesitation.
"Maa, Bhai called this morning, informing that Roohi bhabhi is pregnant," Isha shared with a smile. Priya, delighted by the news, exclaimed, "Please convey my congratulations to Ishaan and Mr. Sinha."
Eager to visit her brother and sister-in-law, Isha hesitantly asked, "Can I go and visit her for a few hours?" Fearful of a potential denial, she awaited Priya's response. To her relief, Priya not only granted permission but also suggested, "Haa beta, of course. In fact, ask Rudrakansh to drop you on his way to the office."
Expressing her gratitude, Isha turned to find her husband ready to leave. In a rush, she called out, "Suniye!" to grab his attention. With her fingers fiddling nervously, she stammered, "I wanted to ask you something."
Rudrakansh, patient but observant, turned back, eyeing his wife as she nervously spoke under his intense gaze. "Bhai called this morning, saying Roohi bhabhi is pregnant. So, Can I go meet her?" Isha requested, her voice soft and low. She was well aware of her husband's preference for seeking permission, even for visits to her maternal home.
He sighed before responding, "Alright, but I will drop you and pick you up by evening." Isha, pleased that he didn't deny her request, nodded in agreement. After bidding farewell to the family, they set off on their journey.
The car came to a halt in front of a modern yet modest house. The architecture exuded contemporary aesthetics, but it didn't boast opulent dimensions. Instead, it stood as a comfortable and inviting home.
As the engine ceased, Isha, prepared herself to disembark, but found herself momentarily detained by the locked car doors. She cast a glance at Rudrakansh, silently waiting for him to open the door. However, he seemed indifferent to her unspoken request. After an entire minute of patient waiting, Isha gathered the courage to speak up, "Could you please open the door?"
Rudrakansh remained unmoved by his wife's words, choosing instead to lean closer to her. In a low and demanding tone, he whispered, "Kiss me." Isha, taken aback by the unexpected request, looked away, hesitating. "Rudra Ji, please let me go!," she pleaded softly.
His stubborn nature evident, Rudrakansh insisted, "I will, but first, kiss me." Resigned to the fact that he wouldn't release her until she complied, Isha leaned in and planted a soft peck on his cheek. Pulling back, she thought the ordeal was over, but Rudrakansh chuckled at his wife's naivety, drawing her even closer. He gently kissed her forehead, stating, "Do not go anywhere without informing me, and Call me if you need anything." Isha nodded in acknowledgment, and as she stepped out of the car, Rudrakansh ensured she reached the house safely before departing for his office.
