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Author's POV:

Sanjh was rearranging her wardrobe, humming softly to herself, when a soft knock broke her concentration. She glanced at the door and smiled, recognizing the familiar presence.

"Aree, Naina! Aaja andar..." she welcomed warmly, closing the wardrobe as Naina stepped in with an uncertain expression.

Sanjh took one look at her and patted the bed beside her, inviting her to sit. “Kya hua, ab tak gussa shaant nahi hua Agastya ka?” she asked, her tone  concerned.

Naina hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her dupatta.

She’d already told about the incident that caused the tension between her and Agastya, and Sanjh had given her advice with a knowing smile and warmth only an elder sister could offer.

Today, Naina felt desperate for more than advice—she needed a plan.

Naina's POV:

“Nahi, woh mujhse baat toh kar raha hai,” I admitted softly, “par pata nahi kyu phir bhi lagta hai woh abhi puri tarah se maaf nahi kiya mujhe... uske behavior mein woh hesitation ab bhi hai, bhabhi.”

Bhabhi reached over and held my hand gently, offering a sympathetic smile.

"Dekh Naina," she began, her tone serious. "Jo tune kaha woh asaani se koi bhi bhool nahi sakta... You've made him question his own actions, made him feel insecure. Uska impact toh rahega, aur thoda waqt toh lagega hi na."

A pang of guilt hit me as her words sank in.

"Bhabhi, trust me," I said, voice trembling. "Woh sab baatein dil se nahi boli thi maine. Bas gusse mein nikal gayi thi... I love him genuinely."

Sanjh squeezed my hand reassuringly, understanding the depth of my feelings.

After a moment, I asked hesitantly, “Aap kya karte hain jab bhaiya gussa hote hain? Kaise manate hain aap unhe?”

For a moment, she just looked at me, her eyes slightly amused.

Then, with a shy smile, she responded, “Ek idea de sakti hu... par mujhe nahi pata tu kar paayegi ya nahi,” her voice held a hint of mystery, as if she was holding back a secret.

My curiosity piqued, and I leaned closer. “

Please, bhabhi! Main sab kuch karne ko tayaar hu… bas aap mujhe bata dijiye!”

After a small pause, she finally began to explain her idea, and as I listened, I felt my cheeks flush with a warmth I wasn’t expecting. She noticed my hesitation and chuckled.

“Dekh Naina,” she said softly, “you love him, right? Aur woh bhi tumse pyaar karta hai. Phir hesitation kyun? Kya sharmaana uske saamne?”

I swallowed, feeling my heart race. “Par... woh kaise? I mean…” I stammered, nervously licking my lips.

Bhabhi laughed, a playful sparkle in her eyes.

“Arrey, shuru mein maine bhi tumhare jaise react kiya tha! Jab meri ek friend ne mujhe yeh idea diya tha, I couldn’t even imagine it. But remember, woh tumhara husband hai, also your bestfriend . Usse kya sharmaana? Surprise him tonight. I'm sure my plan with work out perfectly !” She winked, making my cheeks burn even more.

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Agastya's POV:

I was engrossed in my work, sifting through files when the peon walked in, holding a bouquet of flowers. As soon as I saw it, I didn’t even need to ask who it was from. Naina.

It had been a week now, and she’d been doing everything she could think of to bring a smile to my face. Her small gestures of care, her attempts to make things right, even her small apologies—it was all there, clear as day.

And honestly, I had already forgiven her. But there was still something holding me back. Something I couldn’t quite name, but I felt its weight every time I looked into her eyes.

Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Naina:

Please aaj jaldi aa jana ghar... I want to show you something. Der mat karna.

Your Wife,
Naina ❤️

Curiosity stirred within me, mingling with a faint sense of excitement. What could she possibly want to show me?

Jo bhi ho, I couldn’t keep her waiting. So, I wrapped up my work as quickly as I could. By the time I was finished, the clock read 7 p.m.

Agastya's POV:

It was already 8 p.m. by the time I reached home. As I walked in, I looked around, expecting to see Naina, but the house was eerily quiet. Confused, I found Bhabhi in the kitchen.

“bhabhi where’s Naina?” I asked, hoping she’d know.

She merely shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “Mujhe nahi pata. Maybe she’s upstairs?”

Strange. I headed up, and as I approached our room, I noticed it was locked from the inside.

“Huh?”

I knocked, feeling a twinge of worry. “Naina? Darwaza kyun band kar rakha hai?” I called out. There was silence, followed by a faint sound of the door clicking open.

Pushing it slowly, I stepped inside, but the room was shrouded in darkness.

My heart started pounding as I noticed the faint glow of red light and delicate patterns of rose petals scattered across the floor, leading toward the bed. White candles flickered, casting soft shadows around the room.

“Naina?” I called out, my voice wavering.

Then, from somewhere in the dim light, I heard her.

“Agastya…” she whispered softly.

Mature content:-

My gaze shifted, and there she was. My breath caught as I saw her standing near the bed, wearing the same black saree I had gifted her. Underneath, she wore nothing but a delicate black push-up bra, her skin glowing in the warm light.

She had worn the saree in such a way that maximum part of her skin is out for the view.

The way the saree hugging her curves is making her look sexy divine.

Author's POV:

Agastya's breath hitched as he took in her appearance, utterly stunned.

“Naina… what are you… wearing?” he stammered, his words barely escaping his lips as she began to move toward him with slow, deliberate steps.

She tilted her head, a playful smile on her lips.

“Kyu? Achi nahi lag rahi hoon?” she whispered innocently, eyes sparkling with mischief.

He immediately shook his head, his gaze darting away, his cheeks flushed.

“Nahi, mera matlab… tum aise bahar kaise jaogi?” He gulped, unable to hold her gaze as his pulse quickened.

Naina smiled, noticing his reaction. His usual composure was slipping, and she loved every second of it.

“Kisne kaha main bahar jaa rahi hoon?” she whisper by taking slow steps towards him while he taking his steps backward.

'Aj na toh tum bahar jaoge is room se aur nahi mein jaungi' she added.

She came so close to him such that there is no inch gap between them.

Taking his hand, she gently guided him to sit on the bed. He looked up at her, clearly entranced, yet visibly nervous. His eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to keep his cool.

Without breaking her gaze, she reached forward, her fingers trembling as she started unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

The intensity of the moment seemed to make her hands shake, but she didn’t stop, her determination visible in her eyes.

Agastya was frozen, his breath shallow, completely captivated by the softness of her touch and the warmth of her gaze.

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