Chronicles Of My Darling Husband | ✓

131. Upahar (Part 1)

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"Sleeping beauty, don't you want to get up?"

The air crackled with a sweet, lingering electricity. Jagdish, tracing patterns on Nishita's flushed cheek with his thumb, noticed a new blemish marring the landscape—a split lip, a dark bloom of a bruise forming above it.

The night had been...intense. Jagdish hadn't anticipated surrendering so readily to his primal urges, fearing it might frighten Nishita, himself even. Yet, something beautiful had shifted between them. A husky whisper, a promise of better on her breath, the sound of his lovely wife's pleas for more had shattered his inhibitions.

Her eyelids fluttered, struggling to open. "Jagdish," she rasped, her voice husky with sleep and something more. "Wouldn't a nap be lovely?"

Sighing contentedly, he pulled her into a warm hug. "Well, first off, it's your birthday, and I'm pretty sure Viki's going to crash here... And secondly..." He paused, feeling her nuzzle closer to his neck, her breath teasingly tickling him. "I've invited Neeleshji and Indiraji over to celebrate your special day with us at home."

She shot upright so fast Jagdish almost swore he heard her spine crack. Her eyes widened in alarm, the remnants of sleep forgotten. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice a panicked whisper as she covered herself in the comforter.

"What?" Jagdish raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Don't you want your parents on your birthday?"

Her hand shot up to cover her mouth, eyes widening as they locked on something near his ear. A strangled gasp escaped her lips, "Jagdish, your..." Her voice trailed off into a horrified silence. That's when the white-hot agony slammed into him. Jagdish recoiled, a hiss escaping his clenched teeth as his hand flew to his shoulder. Welts pulsed beneath his fingertips, a searing inferno spreading across his skin. Another similar burning sensation prickled his back. Stuttering, she forced out, "What... What the hell did I do to you?!"

Heat flooded his cheeks, warming him from the inside out. "Calm down," he mumbled, wincing as he brushed his fingers over another mark on his chest, a testament to their ardor. "It's okay, truly."

"Oh, Kanha! No, it's not!" she whispered, her voice choked with worry. "You're covered in..." she trailed off, unable to finish, but her gaze held a genuine concern that warmed him more than any heated touch. "Does it hurt?" Tentatively, she reached out a hand to cradle his neck, flinching back as he hissed. "Oh, Jagdish, I'm so sorry!" she cried out.

He cupped her hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss on her knuckles. "My love," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Everything's alright... It was..." He trailed off, a blush deepening on his face as vivid memories of their passion flooded his mind. Clearing his throat, he saw tears glistening in her eyes. "Please, don't cry," he pleaded, his hand cupping her cheek. "Why are you crying?"

"I hurt you," she sniffled, a tear escaping and tracing a glistening path down her cheek.

He chuckled, the sound soft and reassuring. "Well, it didn't feel like hurt at the time," he admitted with a grin.

"Are you sure?" she croaked, her lower lip trembling.

"Sweetheart," he said softly, brushing away the stray tear with his thumb, "things got a little wild, that's all. I know you are hurt as well... It was... um..." he pursed his lips.

A blush mirrored Nishita's face to the one matching Jagdish's chest. "I... I am a little sore," she mumbled, her gaze flitting down to the rumpled sheets. "Quite the surprise, that's for sure." A low murmur escaped her lips, barely audible. "Maybe inviting my parents wasn't the best idea."

Jagdish chuckled, a deep rumble of amusement. He gathered her close but felt a slight hitch in her breath at the contact. Unfazed, he held her firm. "Ah, my love," he murmured, his voice husky with tenderness. "Birthdays after marriage have a way of surprising you with more excitement than cake and candles, wouldn't you agree?"

"Kanha!" she buried her face in his chest.

He couldn't hold back and laughed aloud. Perhaps inviting her parents and a surprise along with them wasn't the smoothest move, but right now, nestled in the afterglow of their passion, everything felt perfect.

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"Maa, Papa!" Nishita's voice chirped with delight as she enveloped her father in a hug so tight it could rival a vice grip.

Neelesh, unable to resist his daughter's infectious enthusiasm, chuckled heartily as he returned the hug and planted a tender kiss on her forehead. "How is my little princess faring today?"

Approaching Nishita from behind, Jagdish muttered playfully, "Actually, Your Majesty, according to the latest court pronouncements, she's my queen now, wouldn't you agree?" He then bent down respectfully, seeking a blessing from her parents.

Indira and her husband, their faces crinkling with amusement, readily obliged. Indira chuckled as she replied, "Queen of the world to some, perhaps, but to us Nishi will always be our precious little princess."

Jagdish's grin widened further as he straightened up and acknowledged Indira's words with a nod. "Undoubtedly, Indiraji. A princess with the most loving parents a ruler could ask for."

Neelesh let out a small laugh.

Jagdish then spotted Devika standing outside and beckoned her to come closer, silently mouthing, "Surprise?"

Devika squinted her eyes annoyingly and mouthed back, "Of course!"

All set for a delightful surprise, Jagdish readied to woo Nishita. But like a magician's trick fumbled before the applause, the surprise itself gave the whole thing away, leaving Jagdish's romantic plan in shambles...

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A/N

What would be the surprise? Any guesses? I think it's an easy one.

"Rashke Qamar" is one of those songs that I either play on a loop all day or completely forget about. There's no in-between. "Rashke Qamar" translates to "the envy of the moon"—a beauty so captivating that even the moon envies it. Mind-blowing! Urdu is such a beautiful language. T-T

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