(Morning)
Sarla serves breakfast to everyone at the dining table. After ensuring everyone has their food, she takes a seat herself, joining them.
Sarla feels a surge of gratitude for their loving nature- they treats her like one of her own.
Sneha, breaks the silence. “Ujjwal, instead of sleeping in the living room all night, you could have joined me in my room. There was an empty spot on the bed. I know I’m just your mother-in-law, not your mom, but still-”
He looks up from his plate, “I consider you both.”
Sneha’s eyes softens. “Did you at least sleep well?”
“Yes, I slept comfortably,” he says, glancing at Ishika, who is quietly eating, her gaze fixed on her plate. Her silence doesn’t go unnoticed.
The memory of the previous night flashes in Ishika’s mind, and her cheeks flush red. She keeps her head low, hoping no one notices.
After breakfast, Swara leaves for her home.
Ujjwal, already dressed for work, stands in the living room, observing Ishika. She’s quieter than usual, her gaze still lowered, her cheeks faintly pink.
She’s in the kitchen now, standing beside Sarla. Ujjwal watches her for a moment.
“Ishika…” he whispers, loud enough for her to hear.
Ishika looks at him.
He gestures toward their bedroom and whispers, “Come to the bedroom.”
Ishika shakes her head, her blush deepening.
“What? What did I say to make her blush like that?” he wonders.
“Ishika…” he tries again.
She avoids his gaze.
Sarla chuckles lightly and says, “Ma’am, sir is calling you.”
Ujjwal lies, “Ishika, I can’t find my shirt. Could you come and help me?”
Ishika follows him into the bedroom.
Once inside, Ujjwal sits on the bed while Ishika moves toward the cupboard. Before she can open it, he gently grabs her hand and pulls her closer, seating her on his lap.
“Ishika,” he says softly, his arms wrapping around her waist. She keeps her gaze down, her left cheek facing him.
“What’s wrong? You’ve been avoiding eye contact with me all morning, and you’ve been blushing nonstop. Tell me, what happened?”
“Nothing,” Ishika replies.
“There’s definitely something,” he says, “Look, your cheeks are still red.”
Ishika fidgets with her hands, her thoughts racing back to the closeness of the previous night.
Realization happens. A mischievous smile came to his face. “Ah, so my wife is blushing because of last night?”
She nods slightly.
“You’re so mischievous,” she mutters.
Pulling her closer, he says, “Last night, we were in the living room. Just imagine tonight, we’ll be in the bedroom. You won’t have to worry about anyone catching us.”
Her blush deepening.
He cups her face gently. “Ishika…”
Finally, she meets his gaze, her expression both shy and curious.
“Last night was amazing,” he admits. “Can we sleep like that again tonight?”
Ishika shakes her head.
“Why?” he asks.
“Last night, your body was cold, which is why we slept like that.” She places a hand on his forehead. “See? You’re not cold today.”
“Don’t tease me like that, Ishika,” he says.
Ishika chuckles softly. Ujjwal’s eyes wander to her lips, drawn by her smile.
“I was just joking,” Ishika says. “We’ll sleep however you want.”
Last night’s closeness had been comforting, intimate. He wants to experience that closeness and her warmth again.
“Ishika…”
She notices his gaze on her lips.
Slowly, he leans in, pressing his lips to hers. Ishika tightens her grip on his shirt as their kiss deepens, their movements mirroring each other.
They separate for air.
He notices her flushed face and leans in for another kiss. This time, Ishika surprises him by taking the lead, dominating the kiss.
They separate for air again.
“Dominating Ishika,” he teases, “Where’s my shy, innocent wife?”
“You spoiled me,” Ishika says, her tone affectionate.
“Really?”
“Yes," she says.
He chuckles, his heart melting at her words. Affectionately, he rubs his cheek against hers.
“Tell me one thing,” Ishika says, “For the past two days, you’ve been making me sit on your lap. Doesn’t your legs hurt because of my weight?”
“It does,” he admits.
“Then why do you keep doing it?”
“Practice,” he says, “I’m practicing now so that later, you can sit as long as you want.”
It takes her a moment to realize what he means. When she does, her eyes widen, and she playfully hits his shoulder.
“Shameless!”
He laughs, pulling her into a warm embrace. He plants a loving kiss on her cheek, his heart full of love for his wife.
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RomanceIshika, a dark-skinned and chubby woman, has endured years of harsh taunts and cruel whispers. People ridiculed her appearance, declaring no one would ever truly accept her. Their words cut deep: "No man will marry someone like you?" "Anyone who...
