Not My Little Sister

Chapter 53: Lakshmi's Story

Vinaya stirred gently, the soft sounds of the morning waking her. A tender kiss brushed her cheek, coaxing her from the depths of sleep. She stretched luxuriously, savoring the last bits of sleep before finally opening her eyes.

As she sat up, her gaze fell on Nithin, who was already awake and dressed in a sharp suit, the crisp lines accentuating his muscular frame. He focused on fastening his cufflinks, and Vinaya smiled—her husband looked incredibly hot.

She felt sore inside her and muscles ached, but it was a welcome reminder of their intimacy, as if his touch had left a lasting imprint on her.

Noticing her gaze, Nithin looked up and flashed her a bright smile. "Good morning, wifey!"

With a playful glint in her eye, she decided to tease, adopting a serious tone. "If you have trouble connecting to the internet, you can just turn me on."

"What?" Nithin's brow furrowed in confusion.

In an instant, she knelt at the edge of the bed, looping her arms around his neck. His lips instinctively found hers, kissing her sweetly before pulling away.

"What were you saying about the internet?" he asked again, his eyes searching hers for clarity.

"I said that if you have trouble connecting to the internet, turn on your wifey," she winked.

He crinkled his nose in mock disapproval.

"That was just..." Nithin paused, searching for the right words. "I have nothing to say to that."

Vinaya erupted into laughter at his expression

But as the morning wore on and he prepared to leave, a vague emptiness began to settle within her. She hadn't had this much free time in a long time, and the thought of being alone after such abeautiful night of passion left her feeling a little lost. She missed his presence already.

Vinaya finally got up and decided to take a stroll through the vibrant streets of New York.

As she walked, memories flooded her mind—particularly the subway from the Bronx to Manhattan, the warmth of Nithin's embrace, the moment he had lifted her off the platform upon her return, his hug so fierce and protective that it had made her feel like she was floating.

Just a few minutes after she returned to the penthouse and closed the door, a sharp knock resounded. Startled, she paused. There was no peephole to glimpse who might be on the other side, but as she placed her hand on the door, a small screen lit up to her right, illuminating the faces of a beautiful woman and a child.

"Lakshmi," Vinaya breathed, recognition dawning upon her.

Vinaya hesitated for a moment, her heart fluttering with anticipation before she finally opened the door.

"Where is Nithin uncle?" the little girl asked, her voice bright with excitement, before zooming past Vinaya and darting into one of the rooms.

Caught off guard, Vinaya laughed softly, "He's at work! Come in!"

Lakshmi stepped inside, pulling Vinaya into a warm hug. "You were such a small girl the last time I saw you!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

"Yes, chechi," Vinaya replied. "Why don't you sit down? I'll make some tea."

As Vinaya rummaged through the drawers in search of a saucepan, she felt a wave of frustration as the items seemed to hide from her. Seeing her struggle, Lakshmi stepped in to help, guiding her toward a sleek machine.

"Oh wow! Does it come out well?" Vinaya asked skeptically. Making tea was an art she cherished, and she wasn't entirely sure a machine could replicate the human touch she believed was essential to a good brew.