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56. Vismit (Part 1)

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"Surprise, Happy Birthday Jag—" Nishita's exclamation froze mid-air. Her voice stuttered to a halt, her eyes wide as saucers. Instead of her darling Jagdish, there stood Mrs. Singh, his mother, framed in the doorway with an expression that seemed to say, 'What's the drama here, and can I get a script?'

Indeed, it felt like Nishita had accidentally gatecrashed her own surprise scene, a classic Bollywood twist where the heroine lands in a pickle, all dolled up in her finery. Mrs. Singh's eyebrows arched, half in amusement and half in puzzlement.

Nishita had embarked on an early morning adventure, fueled by love and a cheeky tip from her friend Devika—who had advised the opposite of conventional seduction tactics in a mischievous twist of fate.

She had chosen to wrap herself in a saree instead of the predictable temptation of lingerie, she embraced the notion that her Jagdish, a man of unique tastes, would appreciate the elegance of traditional threads. While most men might turn their heads at the whisper of lacey lingerie, Nishita wagered that her beloved would be utterly spellbound by the sight of her in a saree, elegantly draped in cascades of fabric that whispered tales of timeless charm. It wasn't just any saree, but one that hugged her curves with the precision of an Apsara, promising romance for the day.

After all, if Jagdish was the sweetness, she was the spice, creating the perfect masala of a relationship. This was no ordinary seduction; it was a cultural ballet, where every pleat and fold held a secret promise, and every glance was a verse of poetry.

The night before the big surprise, Nishita had zipped into a chic boutique, determined as James Bond on a mission. Her heart had been set on snagging a chiffon saree in salmon pink—the very shade that made Jagdish's heart tick. It had been an unconventional color choice for a man, as most tended to throw all variations of pink into one big rosy pile or bypass the pink spectrum entirely for the boldness of reds and oranges.

But her Jagdish was not one of them.

He had once described 'salmon pink' with such fervor and finesse that it had left Nishita spellbound, her mind whirling like a dervish. He had painted his words so vividly that salmon pink wasn't just a color but a lively dance of hues, a delicate sprinkle of pink with a bold splash of sunset orange. His passion for the hue was intense and brief, leaving her eager to delve deeper into his colorful psyche.

Jagdish, often the quiet type, had transformed into a veritable raconteur when his passions had been ignited. During one spellbinding evening, he had woven a narrative around a dizzyingly complex court case, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of intellectual duel. He had spoken with the gusto, maneuvering through legal strategies and courtroom gambits with aplomb. But as Nishita's gaze had met his, full of admiration and wonder, Jagdish's cheeks had adopted a vibrant blush, one that could give his favorite salmon pink a serious run for its money. Caught in the spotlight of her attention, he had stumbled to an abrupt halt, murmuring a shy, "Err... That's all."

This was the mysterious charm of Jagdish, her fiancé. He was like a walking contradiction—a reserved lawyer who could suddenly become a bold storyteller, only to retreat into his shell when applause grew too loud. His unpredictable shifts from eloquence to shyness were as sudden. Nishita found this blend of reticence and revelation not just delightful but downright magnetic as if Jagdish was a master illusionist who showed his dazzling tricks but never revealed his secrets.

Such was the enigmatic charm of her husband-to-be.

"Arey, Nishi Beta, come in!" Mrs. Singh's chirpy invitation pulled Nishita from her reverie. She greeted her with a traditional "Namaste, Maa Ji," bending to touch her feet, but Yashoda halted the gesture with a playful tug, declaring, "Oh, stop this already, you have all my blessings! Now come, see your future home."

Oh, yes, this... This will be my... my home.

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A/N

Unconventional choices and Jagdish go hand-in-hand.

"Gulabi" was playing in the background guys XD

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