As Jagathi sat there, still grinning and sipping her coconut water, Tiger lay beside her, wagging his tail and watching her intently. In his little doggy mind, he thought, “I’m so lucky I don’t have these problems. My life is true freedom—eat, sleep, wag tail, repeat. No annoying marriage proposals, no crazy human drama!”
Just as Jagathi was about to throw another coconut husk aside, her elder brother Anand appeared, walking toward her with a curious smile.
Just then, Jagathi’s elder brother Anand appeared from behind the coconut trees, his arms crossed, watching her with amusement. “Lucky, what are you up to now?” he asked with a smirk, using the nickname he’d always called her.
Jagathi looked up, startled, but quickly burst into a giggle. “Bhai
Anand shook his head, chuckling as he sat down beside her. “Enjoying all by yourself, huh?
“Let’s go home, bhai. What’s happening back there?” she asked, her voice light but curious as they strolled together.
“As usual," he shrugged with a grin. "Dad, Chachu, Mom, and Chachi are all huddled up, talking about the people who came to see you. They’re wondering why they left without coming home first.”
She chuckled softly. “Typical,” she said, shaking her head.
With a smile, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate bar. "Here," he said, handing it over. “Thought you might like this.”
Her eyes lit up instantly. “Thank you so much!” she beamed, her face brightening as she unwrapped the treat. She took a bite, savoring the sweetness, and with each step, the moment felt lighter.
•••••
Srinivas walked into the garden, his eyes softening as he spotted his daughter, Jagathi, sitting under the old mango tree. She was gently telling stories to her brother's children, her soothing voice blending with the evening breeze. The little ones were already drifting off to sleep, curled up beside her in peaceful slumber. The sight filled his heart with warmth.
“Jagathi,” he called out quietly, not wanting to disturb the serene moment.
She straightened up at the sound of her father’s voice. “Dad,” she smiled, but there was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
“Why haven’t you had dinner yet?” he asked, stepping closer, his tone more concerned than stern.
“I’m not hungry, Srinu,” she said playfully, reaching out to pinch his cheeks like she always did when she wanted to lighten the mood.
He sat beside her, the garden lights casting a soft glow around them. “Lucky,” he began, using her childhood nickname, “Do you want to go for higher studies? Or maybe take up a job? Or... go on a trip somewhere to clear your mind?”
She shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. “No, Dad. I’m not really interested in any of that right now.”
Srinivas looked at her for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “I know,” he said with a chuckle, “And I also know you’re not interested in marriage either, are you?”
Jagathi’s eyes widened in surprise, her smile faltering as she turned to him. “Dad…” she whispered, caught off guard.
He laughed softly, patting her hand. “It’s a secret,” he said with a wink. “But listen, whenever you’re ready—whether it’s tomorrow or years from now—you can think about it. Take all the time you need. I won’t trouble you.”
She looked at him, still processing his words, and felt a sense of relief wash over her. He stood up, gave her a reassuring smile, and added, “But do think about it. Just know that whenever you're ready, I’m here.”
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Misty Rain
Romance"Oye, Miss Universe," he teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips. She shot him a fierce glare, determination etched across her features, and turned away to walk forward. "Lucky!" he called after her, quickening his pace. She continued to ignore h...
