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113. Aavartan (Part 3)

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After a leisurely lunch, Nishita's parents gathered around with a collection of carefully chosen gifts for Jagdish. Despite his initial reluctance and polite refusal, they pressed the offerings into his hands, explaining that it was 'Shagun'—a customary token of goodwill and tradition. Their insistence left him with no option but to accept graciously. As this exchange unfolded, Nishita couldn't suppress a glare in his direction.

How could he be so passive, so unremarkable? This was the very man who had fervently professed his love for her with a passion that swept her off her feet. And yet, here he was now, sitting courteously, a benign smile on his face, engaging in banal talk with her parents about the weather and other mundane topics.

Was this really what married life had come to? Was this the man she had chosen to spend her life with? It had only been a week since their wedding, and already, for Kanha's sake, the spark seemed to be flickering.

"We should get started, Neeleshji," Jagdish announced, draining his teacup. "And Indiraji, that tea was incredible! You must have some secret touch."

Indira, caught off guard by the compliment, felt a blush creep up her neck. Her eyes darted nervously between Jagdish and her husband, who let out a hearty chuckle.

Secret touch... Waewaewae...

Nishita seethed in her chair. Just this morning, she'd offered Jagdish tea, but he'd refused outright. Yet, here he was, lavishing praise on her mother's tea-making skills as if it were some ancient, esoteric art. It wasn't fair! It couldn't be that difficult, could it? Ginger, tea leaves, sugar, and milk—those were the ingredients, plain and simple. It wasn't rocket science!

Are you seriously jealous of your own mother, Nishita? Seriously?

She snapped back to reality, mentally berating herself for the absurdity of her emotions. What was happening to her? A well-deserved compliment to her mother or a simple act of politeness from Jagdish was igniting a fiery jealousy within her, akin to the rage she would feel if he had called a random woman beautiful.

Why should it bother you if he calls anyone beautiful?

Because... Because...

Nishita felt a pang of guilt. Her mother deserved every bit of appreciation, and Jagdish was simply being courteous. Yet, the irrational part of her couldn't shake the feeling of being sidelined, of no longer being the center of his universe. It gnawed at her, this insecurity, making her question her worth and her place in his heart.

Because... Because she wanted to be the one who lit up his eyes, who made his heart race with a simple smile. She wanted to be his muse, his confidante, his everything. And seeing him so effortlessly charming with others, especially her own mother, felt like a dagger to her heart.

You are so done... So, so, so, sooo...

Shut up!

"Anyway, Nishita, where are your bags? I'll put them in the diggy," Jagdish offered, rising from the sofa with a determined look, ready to assist.

Before Nishita could respond, Neelesh waved his hand dismissively, a playful yet firm smile on his face. "Arey, we're here. Why should you trouble yourself?" he said, stepping forward. "I'll carry her things. No need to worry. Besides, Nishi prefers to carry her own things, isn't it, beta?"

No! Let him do at least one job!

Nishita's mind screamed in frustration as she glared at her father. She clenched her fists. "Yeah, sure. Independent women don't need a man to do their tasks," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jagdish hesitated for a moment, clearly torn between insisting on helping and respecting her apparent wishes. He glanced at her, a flicker of confusion and concern crossing his face. Then he shrugged, trying to mask his discomfort. "Okay, as you wish," he said softly, stepping back.

As I wish? So, you're not going to be the gentleman who shows off his chivalry? 

Her mind was in complete chaos.

Men are just donkeys!

With a huff, Nishita grabbed her bags and marched to the car, throwing them inside the trunk with a little more force than necessary. She then slid into the back seat, her frustration bubbling over. Indira noticed her daughter's uncharacteristic rudeness and suggested she sit in the front with Jagdish.

"I don't feel like sitting there, I hope Jagdish doesn't mind," Nishita retorted, her tone sharp.

Jagdish turned to look at her, his face painted in resignation. "No, it's fine, if you are comfortable."

Oh, I am very comfortable, you asshole.

Bittu barked his goodbyes as Nishita leaned out to pout and murmur, "Only you love me truly, all humans are just shit."

He whined in agreement and then jumped into the car beside her. She stroked his fur absentmindedly, finding some solace in his presence while Jagdish engaged in what she deemed stupid small talk with her parents.

He smiled and chatted about the trip back, thanking them for their hospitality. Indira and Neelesh said their goodbyes to Nishita to which she responded with a tight-lipped smile, her mind still swirling with irritation.

Why are you angry with them? They are your parents?

Fucking hell, can't you just shut up!

She let Bittu move out of the car as she closed the door. Jagdish started the car, and the soft strains of Hindustani classical music filled the air, creating a serene backdrop to the tension that lingered. A tension that ate away all the peace of Nishita's mind.

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A/N

Waiting for Nishita to explode.

Also, I feel like Nishita's likeliness is bordering on a bit of toxic obsession, what do you guys feel? "Mujhe Tumse Mohabbat Hai" fits her mood so much. Also, waittt... I did something here, hehe, I put a Diya Mirza song for Nishita. I mean, her AI-generated picture was created using Diya Mirza as a reference. I wanted someone who embodied Diya's overall innocence and beauty but with a slightly darker complexion since Diya is too fair-skinned for Nishita's character.

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