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102. Pathik (Part 2)

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"Arey Damadji," Neelesh requested, patting Jagdish on the back. "Stay here tonight! It'll be madness trying to navigate traffic at this hour."

Jagdish checked his wristwatch and flashed a smile, glancing at Nishita. She was perched on the armrest, her fingers working a stray thread on her dupatta as she drank her favorite Fanta. She seemed lost in thought with a very unreadable poker face that Jagdish felt uncomfortable about. Surely, she was happy about being back in Pune and wanted to get rid of him as quickly as possible.

You do realize you're thinking in the pettiest way possible, right? She would never do that; otherwise, she wouldn't have married you.

Married, yeah, married to me. And look at her, perfectly content to sit there and sip on that stupid orange shit.

Since when did you become so jealous about--

Shut up!

"Neelesh ji, I appreciate the offer," Jagdish began, "but Maa and the kids will be alone in Mumbai if I stay."

Indira interjected, "Oh, don't worry so much! We will call Sambhdhanji and inform her about your situation. It'll be fine Jagdish ji," she nudged Nishita, holding a silent plea for her daughter to participate in the decision. "Isn't it Nishi Beta? Tell him."

Nishita, her gaze fixed on the floor, mumbled, "If he doesn't want to stay then leave it," she shot a pointed look at Jagdish, then downed the rest of her soda in one angry gulp before glaring at him again. "Maybe this little house just isn't up to your standards, huh?"

Jagdish felt irritation bubbling within him. "I never said that..."

"So?" she snapped, her voice sharper than usual. "Why the rush back to Mumbai then? It's not like I'm going to chew off your head if you stay here."

Indira gasped, "Nishita! That's no way to speak to Damadji!"

Nishita shot her mother a fiery look. "See! Even a simple conversation with him gets blown out of proportion." She clicked her tongue in annoyance and glared at Jagdish. "Tsk, tsk... Look at the Maharaja treatment you get and yet you choose not to stay under the same roof as your wife's family."

Jagdish gritted his teeth. "Alright, I'll stay!"

Nishita's eyes widened in surprise, a flicker of something akin to joy dancing in their depths. "Really? You will?"

She wants you to stay back. This was what she was annoyed about... She fucking wanted this all along!

He took a deep breath, the tension visibly easing from his shoulders, before nodding in agreement. "Yes," he conceded, the anger slowly draining from his face.

Nishita clapped her hands together, a childish delight replacing her earlier annoyance. "Well, that's settled then!" she declared, turning towards her father. "Papa, can you please lend Jagdish one of your kurtas? We'll have dinner after he freshens up, okay?"

Neelesh chuckled heartily. "Of course, Beta. Anything you wish."

Jagdish stared at Nishita, he couldn't get enough of her, he just couldn't tear his gaze away from her.

Throughout the evening, a secret smile played on his lips as he watched her. Dinner was a blur of stolen glances as every laugh, every brush of their hands during dinner, sent a jolt through him.

When they finally reached the haven of her bedroom, Nishita locked the door with a soft click. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment forever. In one swift, fluid motion, he pulled her close, his arms encircling her waist with a gentle possessiveness.

"Wifey," he murmured, his voice laced with delight.

Blinking rapidly, she met his gaze. "What?"

His smile, as stubborn as ever, refused to disappear. "So," he began, his voice deeper than before, "was that the pout all day because you didn't want to leave me?"

Nishita bit her lip. "Don't be ridiculous," she scoffed, though a hint of pink dusted her cheeks. "The world doesn't revolve around you, Jagdish."

His grin widened into a full-blown smirk as he pulled her even closer, his grip firm as he pressed himself against her. "My sweet Nishita, is that so?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble in his chest.

Nishita feigned annoyance, pushing his chest. "Let go of me," she demanded, her voice a touch breathless. "Seriously, Jagdish..."

He chuckled, his warm breath tickling her ear. "Or what?" he teased, nuzzling his nose playfully near her temple.

Nishita's breath hitched. "I'll... I'll shout!" she stammered, her cheeks burning even hotter.

Jagdish's eyes twinkled with amusement as his neck started to tint with pink. He leaned in even closer, whispering against her skin. "Wouldn't want to give your parents the wrong impression, now would we?"

Nishita's face turned a brilliant shade of crimson. "Oh Kanha!" she sputtered.

"Jagdish... Wifey, my name is Jagdish," he chuckled, his face flushing a deep beet red. "I would love to hear you say it often when we are alone."

"Shameless!" she exclaimed, playfully hitting his chest. "You are such a shameless man."

"Oh, and what does a man gain from being coy with his wife, hmm?" He winked, releasing her waist. "Especially when my wife enjoys reading a lot of erotica if I remember correctly."

"I'm sleepy, goodnight." Nishita rushed to bed.

He threw his head back and laughed aloud, watching his lovely wife being timid. There was something about this crazy woman who made him act so different, nothing like Jagdish Veer Singh could ever do.

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A/N

Again a cutie-pie chapter to write.

"Leja Leja" for Nishita's cuteness.

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