124. Kutumb (Part 4)

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Nishita spun around, scrambling onto her stomach and hastily tugging the comforter over her naked body. A wave of unexpected shyness washed over her as she caught sight of Jagdish emerging from the bathroom.

One month after the unsettling incident of that threat cracking through the window, Nishita had begun to see cracks in Jagdish's seemingly glamorous life. He had enough wealth and fame; their wedding had been a grand event attended by numerous VIPs. However, day in and day out, Jagdish and Chandrakant dealt with individuals who wielded enough power to make or break anyone. This was their chosen path, fueled by an undeniable passion. Nishita couldn't ask either of them to abandon it without a compelling reason.

Jagdish, however, treated threats like a twisted badge of honor. He and Chandrakant traded barbs about who had received the most, a chilling attempt to normalize the danger. Despite his attempts to downplay the danger, Nishita felt a deep bitterness and fear for their safety. The presence of a gun in their home was no laughing matter to her, but Jagdish dismissed her concerns with a casual, "Darling, it's a necessity for us, at least for me and Kant," as if it were just another household item.

Slowly, she had tried to come to terms with his lifestyle. It stressed her out a lot, but then, Jagdish's seduction had a way of making her forget everything else.

"Penny for your thoughts, wifey?" Jagdish's voice cut through her reverie. A towel hung low on his hips, barely concealing his damp form as water drops skimmed down his torso. Nishita gave her lips a quick lick, they felt suddenly parched... For sure, she just couldn't get enough of her husband. Another towel trailed down his arm as he dried his hair. "Remember, overthinking could cause stress, stress could cause hypertension... And I don't want my darling to eat those stupid pills daily."

Rolling her eyes, she asked, "When will you return?" She watched him as he picked up his neatly pressed shirt from the dressing table and began to unbutton it gently.

He let out a weary sigh and met her gaze. "A week, my love, that's all. Then it's Krishna's birthday, and I'm on the next flight back."

"Straight back to home? Promise?"

Abandoning his shirt on the table, he settled beside her. "Promise. I'll be here before you can light those birthday candles."

She snuggled closer and leaned over his lap, reaching out to hold his shoulder. "I don't trust you."

"Why?" He gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "What did I do to break your trust?"

"You are lying about your work." she scrunched her nose in annoyance, "I know this is not just a plain meeting you have with some client. I can read you..."

Jagdish stared at her lovingly. "Nishita... Please, don't pry for the things that could cause you harm. There are things I can't tell you, things that could put you in danger. Trust me, everything I do is for us, for our future. I wouldn't dream of keeping secrets to hurt you."

"But..."

He leaned in, his breath warm and sweet against her lips, and kissed her deeply. Her words died in her mouth. "No butts," he murmured against her skin. "Because I prefer..." He bit his lower lip, smirking, as his right hand grazed her neck, sliding beneath the comforter, tracing a line of heat along her body until he found her breast. "Hmm... Yeah, I prefer that... so fucking soft and good," he whispered, his voice a husky tone, as his fingers teased and caressed, drawing a moan from deep within her.

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