(You’re my life, Ishu , I live because of you.)
“Chal chal ab , tere pati ko jaake hug kar , mere paas bahut kaam hai,” said Ishaan, pushing her lightly, playfully, making Ishita’s mouth fall open at his comment.
(Go on now , go hug your husband , I have a lot of work.)
“Kar diya na paraya , bas itna hi pyaar tha na aapka , shaadi hote hi nikaal rahe ho aap mujhe ghar se,” said Ishita, pulling a face , dramatically, making Ishaan laugh.
(You made me feel like an outsider , was this all your love? Kicking me out after marriage?)
“Beta tu shayad bhool gayi lekin yeh ghar tere naam pe hai , main kaun hota hoon bhala Malkin ko uske hi ghar se nikalne waala,” said Ishaan , with a smug grin. Ishita gave him a sheepish smile , he was right.
(Betu, maybe you forgot, but this house is in your name , who am I to kick the queen out of her own house?)
“Of course you can't , but thik hai ja rahi hoon main , pati wait kar raha hai mera,” said Ishita , with a mock sigh.
(Of course you can’t , but fine, I’m going , my husband is waiting.)
“Bye , love you , aur so jaana time se , zyada kaam nahi,” said Ishita like a concerned mother , kissing his cheek.
(Bye , love you , and sleep on time , don’t overwork.)
“Good night maate , love you too,” said Ishaan, kissing her forehead , playfully, as Ishita left toward the Nayak Mansion.
(mother ,)
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The next morning, Rakshit returned from his home temple after finishing his prayers, fully ready for office. As he stepped inside, he paused , surprised to find Ishita in the kitchen.
“Good morning,” said Rakshit, taking Ishita’s attention , greeting her warmly, the surprise still lingering in his voice.
“Good morning , coffee??” asked Ishita, passing him a smile as she handed him a cup, sweetly, the comfort between them growing with each passing day.
“Why are you in the kitchen , where is Sunita aunty?” asked Rakshit, accepting the cup , frowning slightly.
“She is sick today, so she'll not be able to come,” said Ishita , informed softly, making Rakshit’s brows crease.
“But she didn’t tell me anything , she always informs me whenever she’s taking a leave,” said Rakshit, confused , but with concern.
“Because she told me,” said Ishita , gently. Rakshit’s heart swelled at her words , at how naturally she had taken this house as her own.
“Breakfast laga du?” asked Ishita , with a soft smile.
(Shall I serve breakfast?)
“You should have told me , I could have made the breakfast , terko mehnat karni ki kya zarurat thi,” said Rakshit, feeling a little guilty , slightly upset that she had to work early in the morning.
(You didn’t have to put in the effort.)
“Isn't this my home also , and the least I can do is make breakfast for my husband , I really don’t have a problem in this,” said Ishita , the word “husband” and the sense of belonging in her tone making Rakshit’s heart flutter.
They both set the breakfast table together, chatting lightly about office work, their shoulders brushing now and then , casual yet intimate.
After breakfast, Ishita returned from the kitchen, having put the dishes in the sink. Rakshit was still waiting near the dining area.