Siren of Hearts

60. Life is Perfect

Ishita stood before the mirror, her fingers delicately adjusting the wavy ends of her royal maroon saree, the rich fabric draping elegantly around her frame. As she put the finishing touches on her attire, she caught a faint sound from behind and turned her gaze to the reflection, finding Siddharth standing there in the denim blue suit she had chosen for him. His eyes traced her revealing back, and she couldn't help but notice the smirk that played on his lips through the mirror.

Siddharth, noticing her gaze, cleared his throat, breaking the momentary silence. "It's a bit... too much revealing," he remarked, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color as he voiced his observation.

Ishita arched an eyebrow playfully as she met his gaze through the mirror, her smirk widening at the effect she knew she still had on him. "What is?" she teased, reveling in the subtle blush that adorned his cheeks.

Siddharth sighed, his gaze softening as he walked closer to her. "Your blouse," he admitted, standing behind her and enveloping her in a warm embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Ishita couldn't help but chuckle at his response, enjoying the playful banter between them. "You don't like it, hubby?" she teased back, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Siddharth smirked, tightening his hold on her torso, his voice laced with affection. "The problem is—I like it too much. So it's a bit hard to resist," he confessed, his gaze meeting hers in the mirror. Both can play the game. 

A blush spread across Ishita's cheeks this time, and Siddharth reveled in the playful banter between them. She playfully slapped his shoulder, chuckling at their exchange.

Siddharth extended his maroon tie towards Ishita, who shook her head with a fond smile before accepting the tie. With practiced ease, she began to fashion the perfect knot around his neck, her fingers deftly working the fabric.

As she concentrated on tying his tie, Ishita casually inquired, "Did you get Sharan dressed?"

Siddharth nodded in response, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Yeah. I'm afraid that maybe a few of your friends will fall for him already," he remarked, teasingly.

Ishita responded with a playful frown. "Hell, no! My boy deserves better," she declared with mock indignation.

Rolling his eyes, Siddharth encouraged her to let go of her protective stance. "Come on. Let go of your anger, mamma. That's all in the past now," he urged gently.

Ishita avoided his gaze, her expression softening. "You don't need to be a mediator. I told you, anyone tries to harm my family—physically or verbally—I won't tolerate it," she reiterated firmly.

With the tie finally in place, Siddharth wrapped his arms around Ishita's waist as she attempted to step away. "Come on, honey. We skipped last time because Shobhit was so small. But this time, we're joining as a family. We need to be civil, for his sake, right?" he reasoned, his tone gentle yet persuasive.

Ishita pouted slightly, her resolve wavering at his words. "For his sake," she conceded, albeit reluctantly.

Siddharth rewarded her with a tender kiss atop her head, eliciting a contented sigh from Ishita as she leaned into his embrace. Despite the passage of years, their relationship still held these small yet profound moments of affection. Linking her arm with his, Ishita walked with Siddharth to pick up their son from his playroom. 

They stepped into the room filled with toys scattered across the floor, a scene typical of a toddler's playroom. Shobhit, just above two years old, was engrossed in his exploration, crawling on his stomach in pursuit of something hidden beneath a table. Ishita sighed as she watched her son's antics. "That coat is ruined," she lamented, noting the inevitable consequence of Shobhit's adventures.