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62. Nikshanam (Part 2)

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Regret?

Whatever was crossing her mind, Jagdish found it almost comical.

Fucking regret?

That concept seemed absurd to him in this moment of utter enchantment. His self-restraint wavered as an overwhelming desire engulfed him, urging him to surrender completely to this moment. Oh, how he had yearned for this moment to arrive!

For three long years, each night was a torment, haunted by the ache of yearning to hold her in his arms. In the depths of his slumber, her moans echoed in his dreams, stirring a deep longing within him. And now, as her melodious voice graced his ears in reality, an overwhelming urge consumed him—a primal need to taste her lips, to feel the warmth of her against him, like a man dying to be consumed by the love of a woman.

Yet, amidst this storm of desire, he fought against the urge to surrender to his impulses. He couldn't forget the trials his mother endured after his own tumultuous birth. He refused to inflict any similar hardships upon Nishita, not when there were a thousand ways to prevent it. Yes, birth control wasn't difficult but he felt to rely on his control more than any other fucking physical means. No matter how intense his longing, he was too determined to hold himself back until she was truly ready, until the moment when their love could bloom without fear or doubt.

He knew that if he gave in to the temptation of kissing her, it would open the floodgates to desires he had been resisting. His resolve would shatter like glass under the weight of the attraction and might even scare her. Despite her eagerness to be close, he understood she was oblivious to the profound intensity of his longing, the depths of true intimacy. Her innocence, so palpable in her response to his slightest touch, only fueled his determination to maintain his grip on self-control.

One Yashoda, his lovely mother, was enough in his life to make him understand that a woman deserved to decide when she wanted to have all those worldly pleasures, or when to have a kid. Whatever epic love story it was of his parents, he never liked his father much... That man had taken the innocence of a young girl and left her with a kid to serve the nation as an army guy.

"Regret?" he asked again, softly this time, studying her expression.

She seemed perturbed, her lips forming a slight pout, and her eyes sharpening into a narrowed gaze. How remarkable it was for her to exude such captivating beauty even in moments of displeasure! There was something equally vexing about this woman, that made him angry yet churned a beautiful feeling inside him. He recognized he had surrendered to love's sway, but the notion of regret seemed ludicrous to him. Seriously, was she entertaining such an idea? It only underscored her naivety, much to his amusement.

Nishita huffed, "Yes, you seem a bit off... after whatever just happened." Her lips thinned in displeasure as she glanced away. "Sorry for trying to look nice for you."

He couldn't help but chuckle, "Oh, sweet Nishita..." His thumb traced her pinky finger, causing her to shiver. "You don't just look good... You look so fucking gorgeous that I..." He held her bangles delicately. "God... You have no idea..." he whispered.

Noticing her cheeks turning pink as she chewed her lower lip, he shook his head. "I'm doing my best here not to talk dirty. Please, don't make me do that, wifey."

She swatted his hand away, "You don't even know what dirty talking means!" she smirked, almost challenging him.

He raised his brows seductively. "Is it?"

"You blush at the mere mention of a kiss," she retorted, rolling her eyes. "I bet you'd turn crimson if you even heard a word related to sex."

"And you won't?"

"I've read plenty of steamy romances to know all about the naughty stuff," she blurted out amid their banter, quickly clamping her mouth shut as she realized it might have been too much information to share with her future husband.

He delicately lifted her hand to his lips, his touch coaxing her gaze to meet his. With deliberate slowness, he pressed a kiss to her index finger, feeling her breath catch in response. Then, with a gentle tug, he drew her closer, causing her to startle and lean toward him. Taking her finger into his mouth, he teased it with his tongue, savoring its soft warmth.

"Ah." his sweet darling moaned.

A smirk played on his lips as he watched her eyes widen in surprise, her body reacting to his touch with a light shiver. Releasing her finger with a soft pop, he teased, "Reading about it? How about this little practical experience?" His smirk deepened as he added, "Wifey, it seems not just your cheeks, but your neck and perhaps your entire body are aflame."

"Jagdish... You..." Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red, though she maintained a feigned expression of annoyance, yanking her hand away from his grasp as she swung open the car door. "Enough of your silly antics, at least I want a more refined dining experience."

His cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "Dining... It is."

Nishita wrinkled her nose, getting out of the car. "Jagdish, seriously?" She shook her head, her blush matching his. "You always manage to make everything sound... ugh!"

He locked the car and approached her, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, with a wife who's well-versed in erotica, I suppose I'm destined to have an utter gutter mind, no matter how hard I try."

He extended his hand, and she accepted it, tentatively shuffling beside him as he pulled her closer, whispering, "Shall we dine together now?"

"You certainly have a way with words," she remarked, prompting him to burst into laughter.

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A/N

My, my, Jagdish can talk, that too dirty... Uhm...

"Zaalima" oddly seems to suit this chapter. Don't inquire about the rationale!

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