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130. Sneh (Part 5)

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A day had passed, and Jagdish knew dwelling on the past was pointless. It wasn't like he could control his own childhood. Was it his fault he craved information about his father, the man who'd been a ghost in his life?

He remembered his siblings enjoying their father's presence, and the frequent visits home. Yet, Jagdish's childhood memories were filled with his tireless mother, working day and night to give him everything. How could he not question a man who could be so absent?

His mother might harbor resentment against her child, her Sher, but Jagdish wouldn't let it get him down. He was done dwelling on what-ifs. He wouldn't cry anymore, his parents needed to understand and give an explanation.

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His phone vibrated violently on the nightstand, jerking Jagdish awake from a deep sleep. Disoriented, he looked around the dark room, the only sound being Nishita's soft snores filling the space. She was sleeping peacefully like a log, oblivious to the disturbance. Rubbing his eyes, Jagdish noticed the persistent vibration and reached for his phone to check who was calling at this ungodly hour of the night.

A flash on the screen, 'Wifey's Heart.' burning bright. With a furtive glance at Nishita, he answered, his voice barely a whisper. "Viki, this isn't exactly the best time," he murmured, hoping to avoid waking her.

"Dumbo, wake up, it's Nishu's birthday," Devika's voice held a hint of exasperation, despite the late hour. Jagdish squinted at the clock—a little past midnight? "Seriously? You two and your sleep! I snagged Nishu's favorite ice cream yesterday before I left. Get up and be the first one to wish her!"

"But she's asleep," Jagdish deadpanned.

Devika sucked in a sharp breath. "Jagdish, it's Nishu's first birthday with you, and this is the best you can do? Where's the romance?"

"Hold on a second, Viki," He protested, sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. "You do know I have a surprise planned, right? Because you left in the evening for that." He scoffed. "And my way of love prioritizes sleep for the functioning members of this household."

"You know what?" Devika snapped. "Get the fuck out of your bed and get her that pistachio ice cream. Now!"

"Okay, okay, don't shout. I am older than you; at least have some respect," Jagdish whined, reluctantly getting to his feet and tiptoeing out of the bedroom.

"I wouldn't have called you if I didn't respect you," Devika replied, her tone softening slightly. "Go and make her happy. Bye."

She hung up before he could come up with a nice retort, leaving him with a smile and a mission: pistachio ice cream for the birthday girl.

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"Wifey..."

He nudged Nishita's shoulder, earning a swat that sent his hand flying.

"Nishita..."

He tried again.

Nishita used to be a night owl, but recently, she'd begun to follow his lead, her evenings often ended up curled up beside him, preferring the comfort of his company to late nights alone. Jagdish found it endearingly possessive—a sign of their deepening bond.

"Wifey, wake up." he cooed softly.

She slightly opened her eyes, "Jagdish, what time it is?"

"Happy birthday, my love," he whispered and dipped his finger into the ice cream, slowly smearing a small amount on his lips. Leaning in, he kissed her deeply, the cold, creamy sweetness of the ice cream contrasting with the heat of their mouths. She moaned softly, the sensation and the taste driving her wild as she eagerly explored his lips with her tongue.

He laughed softly as she began tugging at his kurta, her hands eager and insistent. "I thought you were sleepy," he murmured, pulling back from their kiss and arching an eyebrow suggestively. His gaze grew intense, watching her breath quicken, her beautiful bosom perked up in anticipation.

Nishita's smile could only be described as wicked. With a tug on his collar, she drew him closer. "Such a tease," she purred, her voice a velvet caress. Her fingers danced tempting circles across the exposed skin of his chest, sending shivers down his spine. She pulled at his tiny chest hair and he groaned. Desire flickered in her eyes, accentuated by a slow lick of her lips. "How could you expect a woman in her prime to sleep peacefully? Shouldn't a devoted husband tend to his wife's needs?"

Jagdish placed the ice cream on the nightstand and began to slowly remove his kurta, his deliberate pace making Nishita pout in frustration. He grinned at her impatience, finally discarding the garment on the nightstand. Then, he adjusted himself between her thighs, feeling the heat radiate from her body. He gently held her chin, locking eyes with her. "Well, Jagdish at your service, ma'am," he murmured. His hands roamed over her body, caressing her inner thighs before moving up to her hips.

His fingertips, like whispers against silk, traced the captivating curves of her waist. A slow, deliberate exploration that sent shivers dancing across her skin. As they brushed against the gentle swell of her breasts, a gasp escaped her lips. Each kiss, a feather-light caress, followed the path his fingers had blazed, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Tell me what would satisfy you?"

In a swift motion, she flipped both of them, startling him and causing him to lay flat on the mattress as she straddled his waist. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and flung it off, sitting half-naked over him, her hair cascading beautifully behind her back. Taking his hand, she placed it over her heavy breasts, shivering slightly as he immediately squeezed them, his touch igniting a spark within her.

"Surprise me if you can," she whispered, biting her lower lip as she challenged.

And a slow smirk crept across Jagdish's face. Oh, his sweet, sweet Nishita had no clue. Little did she know the depths of surprises he had waiting for her.

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A/N

For 129 chapters, I've been shouting about Jagdish's naughty side, so it wouldn't be fair if I didn't give you a small glimpse into what goes on in his mind (and what he says to me, since all my characters live rent-free in my brain. As I mentioned before, Farhan has a big palace for himself in there) XD

Nice birthday, Nishita, very nice birthday.

"Tumhe Apna Banane Ka" fits the entire chapter perfectly. As I listened, it felt as though Jagdish and Nishita were singing those words to each other. Also, the saxophone is an incredibly sensual musical instrument; that opening section and interlude reverberate with such a seductive and soulful tone, setting the mood perfectly, don't you agree?

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