My eyes widened in shock, and Bhai-sa’s brows thinned.
“Don’t you dare get Rashmika pregnant before the wedding. I’ll kill you,” he gritted, and I shook my head.
“Not even in my dreams, Bhai-sa,” I said, gulping, but Bhabhi-sa interrupted.
“Rudra, your warning should be,‘Don’t you dare get any woman pregnant before the wedding,’” My head whipped toward her.
“Bhabhi-sa!” I glared at her, and she raised her hands.
“Fine, I’ll be quiet now,” she said, and I turned to Bhai-sa.
“Okay, Bhai-sa, I’m leaving,” I said, leaving for my chamber.
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21. Suman
As I entered his room, my gaze fell on the rumpled bedsheet, and I felt an instinctive urge to straighten it. After peeking at the entrance, ensuring he wasn’t coming, I walked over to the bed, dusted the bedsheet off, and spread it back, neatly tucking in the sides. Hearing his approaching footsteps, I quickly arranged the pillows on the headboard.
“Suman,” he called, his deep voice resonating through the chamber, and I turned to look at him striding toward me.
“What happened?” I asked softly, trying to keep my racing heart under control.
His eyes went toward the neatly made bed sheet.
“You did this?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to understand the emotions behind his voice.
He furrowed his brow and crossed his arms over his chest.“Why?”
His question made me frown in confusion.“Why not?” I replied.
He bit his lower lip and walked past me to sit on the edge of the bed.“Suman, there are so many people who can do this.”
His words made me inhale sharply.“Of course, there are. I don’t have a problem with your interrogation.”
I tried to explain, but he inhaled sharply.“Suman, there are better uses for you than serving food, making beds, and cooking.”
I gulped and nodded slightly.“So, are you implying that all homemakers, like women, wives, and mothers who support their families, have no value?”
I asked, and he shook his head.“No, but you shouldn’t do what others can do.”
I took a deep breath, crossed my arms over my chest, and asked,“And might I ask why?” Then I sat beside him on the bed.
“Because I don’t want you to. You’re my... wife,” he said slowly, causing me to lower my gaze and inhale deeply.
“Still, I will cook, make the bed, and do everything else a woman should do,” I said, looking into his eyes.
“But why? Bhabhi-sa does nothing. Aishwarya Bhabhi-sa focuses on her business, and now Bhabhi-sa understands you don’t have to do anything,” he said, and I shook my head.
“You know, their upbringing differed from mine. And even if they do nothing, that doesn’t mean they can’t. They simply don’t have the time. If given the chance, they’d love to do things for their husbands and families,” I explained.
“Yes, because they are their families,” he replied.
“And not mine?” I asked.
He stared at me momentarily, then said,“I didn’t mean that. You’re leading this conversation in a completely different direction.”
