His second wife (#SaRaj)

53) Old and Kitkit Thakkar.

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Recap - As Savi came out of the bathroom, she was startled by Rajat's sudden outburst. He almost yelled and jumped on the bed, pointing at her and exclaiming, "Ghost! Ghost!"

Savi's eyes widened in surprise, and she looked down at herself, realizing that the white face pack made her look like a ghost. She couldn't help but laugh at Rajat's antics.

Savi chuckled and said, "Mr. KitKat Thakkar, just stop your overacting and come down." She rolled her eyes, amused by Rajat's dramatic behavior.

Rajat grinned, still looking playful, and slowly got down from the bed.

Savi, meanwhile, walked over to the dressing table and grabbed some pins. She expertly gathered her hair into a neat bun, securing it with the pins.

Rajat's eyes narrowed, and he took a step closer to Savi. "What? KitKit Thakkar?" he repeated, his voice low and questioning.

Savi shrugged, her expression nonchalant. "Obviously. You're doing kitkit from morning."

Rajat's face darkened, but Savi cut him off before he could say anything. "I just don't want to talk about this. Go and sleep."

She turned her back on him, dismissing the conversation. Savi went inside the bathroom and removed the face mask, washing her face clean. She came out wiping her face with a towel and saw Rajat sitting on the couch, staring at his phone.

She walked over to him and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Rajat looked up from his phone with a sheepish grin and said, "Just doing some Google research... on how to make up with an angry wife."

Savi rolled her eyes, giving Rajat a disapproving look that conveyed her frustration. She then walked over to the mirror, her movements calm and deliberate.

She began her skincare routine, carefully applying a toner to balance her skin's pH. Next, she applied a few drops of niacinamide face serum, gently massaging it into her skin to help reduce inflammation and improve texture.

Finally, she slathered on plenty of moisturizer, making sure to cover every inch of her face. As she smoothed out the moisturizer, she turned to Rajat and said, "Ask Google 100 ways to avoid making your wife angry, rather than how to patch up, Mr. KitKit Thakkar."

Her tone was playful, but with an underlying hint of annoyance, making it clear that she expected more from Rajat.

Rajat looked up from his phone, his expression contrite. "I am really sorry, Savi," he said, his voice sincere.

Savi raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "Do you know why you're saying sorry, or did your Google research tell you to say sorry every time you get into an argument with your wife?" she asked, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

Rajat smiled sheepishly, looking down at his feet for a moment before meeting Savi's gaze again. "I get cranky sometimes," he admitted, his voice soft and contrite. "So I did hurt people. But next time, I promise I will not talk rudely in any way."

He looked up at Savi, his eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding. Rajat's expression turned solemn, and he took a deep breath before continuing. "Kiaan is a very sensitive topic for me, Savi," he said, his voice low and emotional. "It's still hard for me to think about everything that happened with his mom."

He paused, collecting his thoughts before speaking again. "When we were talking, you made me recall how she betrayed me... it brought up a lot of painful memories. The hurt, the anger, the feeling of being helpless... it all came flooding back."