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97. Svara (Part 2)

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"I need to brush my teeth first thing!" Devika declared, throwing off Mohini's clinging arm and scrambling to sit up. "I came here to be a guest, not play detective."

Just as Devika grumbled about the early hour, a distant clatter reached Nishita's ears—the unmistakable sound of a gate swinging open and shut. Straightening up, she peeked through the doorway, catching a glimpse of the three Singh siblings entering the courtyard. Krishna and Subhadra were bickering as usual, their playful banter echoing through the yard. Jagdish, on the other hand, wore a smile that could light up the entire house, or at least flutter her heart, as it did at that moment.

"Bhaiyya, you should have seen him wheezing like a dog," Subhadra cackled, swatting playfully at Krishna. "You should be called Tommy, Krish doesn't suit you a bit!"

Nishita couldn't help but steal a glance at Jagdish. This was the first time she'd seen him outside his usual formal wear, and the sight took her breath away. Clad in a fitted tank top and shorts, his toned physique was on full display. His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and defined abs were perfectly highlighted by the snug fabric, while his muscular arms glistened with a slight sheen of sweat, evidence of a rigorous workout.

Gone was the image of the mild-mannered attorney; in his place stood a man sculpted by physical hard work and dedication. She felt an undeniable pull toward him, mesmerized by the powerful blend of strength and grace in his every movement.

Krishna, clearly annoyed by his sister's teasing, shoved Subhadra toward Jagdish. "Shut up!" he grumbled. "I work out every day. I jog ten kilometers regularly, for your information."

Subhadra, unfazed, retorted, "And today you got winded after just six!"

Jagdish chuckled, stepping in to mediate. "Keep up with your fitness, Krishna. It's important to maintain the healthy habits we've built over the years." He paused, gesturing towards the shoe rack near the entrance. "Remember, you're aiming to become a police officer. It wouldn't look good if you have poor fitness."

Behind the flimsy curtain, Nishita felt like a schoolgirl caught peeking at a forbidden magazine. Her gaze roamed over Jagdish, every inch of him a revelation. She realized she had been deceived by his seemingly vanilla appearance. This man was a canvas of sculpted muscle, a testament to a rigorous exercise routine. A delicious heat bloomed in her core, a stark contrast to the cool cotton kurti pressed against her skin.

"Bhaiyya, I was just tired from all the wedding festivities!" Krishna whined in protest.

Subhadra, ever the mischievous one, darted toward Jagdish. "Stamina seems like the least of your problems, Krish!" she chirped, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The real challenge, if you ask me, was probably the groom managing to run the path with us without collapsing from exhaustion after all his earlier activities!"

A flush bloomed on Jagdish's neck. He shot a glare at his sister. "Maybe you've graduated from 'Choti,' Subhadra," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. "Should I find a new nickname that reflects your... maturity?"

Nishita bit her lip, a blush mirroring Jagdish's as she witnessed his playful grin at Subhadra's pout.

Suddenly, a loud voice jolted her from her hidden observation. "Hey, hot stuff!" Devika called out, her voice laced with excitement. Nishita whirled around, startled, as Devika sauntered past her towards the Singh siblings.

"Running around the streets begging for alms, eh?" Devika teased Krishna, landing a playful punch on his stomach. "Damn, you do look hot. Come on, let's get married."

Turning towards Nishita with a mischievous glint in her eyes, Devika continued, "Unlike someone hiding behind curtains to steal glances at her husband, I'm a woman of action!

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Jagdish's eyes snapped to look in front.

A rogue blush, as flamboyant as a beet red, erupted on Nishita's face. It spread with the ferocity of a Delhi summer, scorching her cheeks and threatening to melt the curtain into a puddle of polyester.

Devika, oblivious to her friend's discomfort, pirouetted back to Krishna. Batting her eyelashes with the practiced innocence of a sexy siren, she declared, "See, Krish? I can even greet you with a big hug!" With that, she lunged at him in a mock embrace.

Krishna, predictably, shoved her away with a groan. "When are you planning on leaving?" he grumbled, clearly exasperated by Devika's intolerable jokes.

"This house?" Devika asked, teasingly draping her arm over his shoulder.

Krishna glared. "No, my life!"

Walking alongside the three Singh siblings, Devika's smile widened into a grin. "Oh, Krish, that's impossible," she chirped. "A wife can never leave her husband, can she?"

Krishna muttered under his breath, "I would never marry you, even if you were the last woman on earth."

Devika laughed aloud. "But Mrs. Singh promised to find me a husband among her sons," she declared, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Jagdish. "What do you say, Jagdish Ji? Doesn't Mrs. Singh always keep her promises?"

Jagdish barely registered Devika's comment; his attention was fixed on his wife, who seemed frozen in place. He couldn't help but be captivated by the way she stood there, her eyes wide and cheeks slightly flushed. The sunlight streaming in cast a soft glow on her, highlighting her delicate features and making her look even more enchanting. It was as if the world had momentarily paused around her, and he found himself utterly mesmerized. He realized he would never tire of looking at her.

In a liquid embrace, his brown eyes kissed the steely grey depths of hers. Her eyelids, like whispered secrets, fluttered closed– her gaze danced away from the intimacy of his visual touch.

"Jagdish Ji!" Devika called out again, a touch louder this time.

Startled out of his reverie, Jagdish finally addressed her. "Well, Devi," he said with a knowing smile, "logically, Krishna and I aren't the only sons Maa considers her own. There's Unni, Arihant... Chandrakant... the list goes on, you know."

Devika's playful facade wavered at the mention of a specific name. A flicker of something resembling disappointment crossed her face before she quickly masked it with a nonchalant shrug. "Whatever," she muttered, the sparkle in her eyes dimming.

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