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52. Saksathkriya (Part 2)

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"Nishita," Jagdish exhaled. Phone calls were never his forte, but in a bid to charm his darling sweetheart, he was stepping out of his comfort cocoon, trying to evolve into someone a tad more talkative.

It was always a bit of a circus.

Jagdish just couldn't seem to tune into the mood or tone of what she was saying and often missed the mark. This inevitably led to her exclaiming, "You and your introvertedness, ugh!" Honestly, without seeing her expressions, how was he supposed to decode her emotional hieroglyphics? It was like guessing in the dark.

He'd become a wizard at reading the hidden tales in people's faces, but this voice deception was proving a tough nut to crack. And just as he was getting a handle on it, along came the curveball of chats and emails, turning it all into a digital guessing game.

Once, in a moment of shared frustration, Prasanna had quipped that he would have remained a bachelor if he'd lived in the era of pigeon-posted love letters, where people fell in love and eloped based on written words alone. She had retorted, "Jagdish, you would have ended up in a political marriage, probably to some random princess to benefit your kingdom." Unni had chimed in, laughing, "That's practically what happened, isn't it? Mrs. Singh played matchmaker, and by sheer luck, she chose his dream girl—who only became his dream girl because his mother had stashed away her photo in the first place. It's like a freaking inceptional spiderweb!" At which point, all Jagdish could do was shoot him a glare.

That hit the nail on the head. He'd always been a bit tongue-tied, especially around the ladies. Oh, for the record, Prasanna was a dude for every one of them—except for Unni, of course—not a dame. If his mother hadn't been so intent on finding him a wife and hadn't left those photos out on the table, he never would have seen her. He wouldn't have fallen head over heels, wouldn't have been smitten like he was with her. Chances are, he'd have ended up marrying whoever his mother declared the 'right fit' for him... Well, technically his mother did consider Nishita as a perfect fit for her Sher Beta.

Before, he didn't have a single expectation. But now? Now he was bubbling over with them!

He craved days with a sunrise that had Nishita's face instead of the sun and ended them with her image as his personal nightlight. He fantasized about her whipping up his favorite dishes, maybe cheekily feeding him while perched on his lap. He envisioned her grinning ear to ear as he serenaded her with his sitar, with her sitting beside him, lost in a sea of notes. He imagined her bouncing excitedly by the door each evening, ready to pounce with a bear hug as he walked in.

And, oh lord, he yearned for her kisses, wild and endless, that could lead them into nights filled with intense lovemaking and teasing out plans to populate their own little universe with a mini-army of Singhs!

And that's not all—he was ready to dive headfirst into her whirlwind adventures. He fantasized about spending entire nights just admiring her beautiful face as she filled the air with her stories. He envisioned himself quietly bringing her warm milk while she buried herself in her studies. He wanted to be there to cheer on each of her victories and support her through any setbacks, always reminding her to keep her spirits high because Jagdish would forever be her rock.

He longed for her to carry him in her every breath, to live with him forever etched in her heart and soul.

God, he was missing her so fucking intensely that it hurt.

"Arey!" Nishita's voice boomed through the phone, slicing through his daydreams. "Are you even listening? Why did you even call?" She sighed and muttered, "What even goes on in that thick skull of his? He calls me and then zones out... Stupid idiot!"

"Nishita..." He drawled dangerously, none too pleased with her verbal jabs. Sure, taking a few insults was part of the job for him, but it was a different story when they came flying from his darling. It made his blood boil every time she slung mud his way. Hearing her tarnish the love he cherished wasn't exactly music to his ears. She had to understand that he wasn't just some random guy on the street— he was her husband— yeah, fiancé for now— the man she had chosen to be her partner for life. She needed to start showing a little respect for her own decisions.

"I am sorry," Nishita said, her tone thick with sarcasm.

He took a sharp breath. "You think insulting me is the best way to get to me, don't you?" He paused, trying to simmer down. "Trust me, wifey, you don't want to see me angry... It's not a pretty sight."

He heard her sigh. "Oh, so your wrath is too much to handle?" she teased. "What are you going to do, open your third eye and burn me to ashes?"

He chuckled, "I'm not Lord Shiva. Just a regular guy."

"Then I have nothing to fear, my hubby is just a mortal," Nishita quipped back.

He shook his head and sighed, "You just can't take a suggestion, can you? Always have to challenge every piece of advice, make a joke out of it, right?"

"I'm not one for being told what to do!" she fired back. "Listening to orders is for the meek, those who never question or think for themselves."

He clicked his tongue playfully, "Ah, but you turned into a quiet little mouse that night, didn't you?"

He lingered, wishing he could see her face to gauge her reaction to his tease.

Her face would be so kissable right now!

"I... I've got some work, bye," she replied quickly, sidestepping his jab.

She cut the call and he laughed aloud.

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A/N

I just love it whenever Jagdish becomes this playful teasing guy, coming out of his shell for being a normal young man XD

While writing this chapter I imagined Jagdish singing "Tu Hi Haqeeqat" for Nishita. He is just a cutie pie.

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