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As the days passed, Ritu was gradually recovering, her health improving, yet her family remained overly cautious. Despite feeling much better, her mother, in particular, was adamant about not letting her step outside the house. This constant restriction left Ritu frustrated.

Sitting in the living room, Ritu sulked, weighed down by multiple grievances. First, her mother’s refusal to let her go out; second, her best friend hadn’t spoken to her since the incident, which stung deeply; and on top of everything, she had no access to her phone, which felt like an additional punishment.

While Ritu stewed in her thoughts, Pihu walked in. Noticing her sour expression, Pihu tried to lighten the mood. "What’s wrong, Ritu? Why are you sitting here with such a grumpy face?"

Ritu, still upset, replied in a low, annoyed tone, "Nothing, bhabhi... just feeling like this."

"Then why don’t you watch some TV? It’ll help pass the time," Pihu suggested.

"I don’t feel like it. That’s all I’ve been doing lately, watching TV over and over," Ritu responded, visibly irritated.

Sensing something more, Pihu gently asked, "Did mom scold you?"

Ritu let out a sigh. "She won’t let me go outside... You should talk to her. Besides, I’m starting college next week anyway."

At that moment, their mother, Reema, entered the conversation, her voice filled with maternal concern. "You don’t understand a mother’s fear, Ritu. When you become a mother yourself, only then will you truly understand what I’m feeling."

Groaning in frustration, Ritu retorted, "Oh mom, not the emotional blackmail again!"

Reema stood firm. "This isn’t emotional blackmail, it’s the truth."

Just then, Raghav returned home after finishing a meeting. Noticing the conversation between the three, he asked, "What are you all discussing?"

Reema, shaking her head with a smile, replied, "Oh, nothing, just the usual daily stubbornness."

Raghav chuckled along with Pihu, understanding the family dynamic well.

Turning to her brother, Ritu decided to air another grievance. "Bhaiyya, could you please talk to Anisha when you get the chance? She hasn’t come to see me, and she hasn’t even called since I got back from the hospital."

Raghav raised an eyebrow. "Whose fault is that, her or yours? You should be the one to reach out to her. Why should I do it for you?"

Ritu, growing more desperate, exclaimed, "Do you think I haven’t tried? I’ve called her a hundred times, but she’s not answering. If you call, she’ll definitely pick up."

Raghav stared at his sister, sensing her sincerity. Ritu, recognizing the opportunity, gave him her best puppy-dog eyes and pleaded,
"Pleassssse..."

Unable to resist, Raghav sighed, "Alright, alright, don’t shout. I’ll talk to her, but you’ll have to make amends."

Ritu, her mood finally lifting, nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course. I’ll apologize properly, I promise."

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Pihu was busy cleaning their bedroom when suddenly, Raghav came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. By now, she had grown used to his affectionate, spontaneous hugs.

Raghav teased, "What happened, wifey? Why didn't you scream this time?"

Pihu smiled softly, "Because I’ve gotten used to your sudden hugs, patidev..."

Raghav raised an eyebrow. "Patidev, hmm?"

With a playful grin, Pihu replied, "Just like you call me ‘wifey,’ from now on, I’ll call you patidev. Why, don’t you like it?"

Raghav leaned his head into the crook of her neck, murmuring, "I love it... especially since it’s a name my wifey has given me. How could I not?"

Pihu blushed at his words, but before she could respond, she felt a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. For the first time, Raghav was using his tongue while kissing her skin, and the sensation sent shivers down her spine.

A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop herself, and she quickly covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Raghav paused for a second and whispered in a deep, hoarse voice, "Don’t hold back your moans, wifey. I love hearing my name from your lips."

He suddenly turned her around to face him, but Pihu, feeling shy, kept her gaze down.

Raghav cupped her face gently and said, "Look into my eyes, wifey..."

But Pihu still avoided his gaze, her cheeks growing warmer.

Raghav persisted, gently tilting her chin up to meet his eyes. "If you get this shy so soon, how will we ever move forward, hmm? I haven’t even done anything yet, wifey..."

Understanding his teasing words, Pihu’s cheeks flushed even deeper. She tried to push him away, stammering, "I have work to do, Raghav. You should go downstairs... and the door’s open, someone might see..." She tried to control her blush, but it was obvious she was failing miserably.

Raghav didn’t move an inch, his eyes still fixed on her, filled with love. His intense gaze made Pihu glance up, and she found him staring at her face with such affection.

Pihu, feeling self-conscious, asked, "What? Why are you staring at me like that?"

Raghav’s voice was soft as he replied, "Can’t I admire my wife?"

His gaze then shifted to her pink lips, causing Pihu to grow even more flustered.

"Uff, you’ve stared enough! Now let me get back to work," she muttered.

But Raghav’s next words left her stunned. "Can I kiss you, Pihu?"

The sudden question caught her off guard. She wanted to kiss him too, but the truth was, she didn’t know how. It would be her first kiss, and she had no idea how to go about it. Sure, she had read plenty of romantic books and Wattpad stories, but she knew there was a big difference between fiction and reality.

Raghav’s gaze moved between her lips and her eyes as he asked again, "May I, Pihu?"

Pihu didn’t know how to admit that she didn’t know how to kiss. It felt too embarrassing to say out loud. Nervously, she licked her lips, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond.

Slowly, Raghav leaned in, bringing his face close enough that they could feel each other’s breaths. His hand slid around her waist, and without thinking, Pihu’s hands found their way to his shoulders, holding onto him as her heart raced.

Slowly, Raghav placed his lips gently on hers, but Pihu froze in place, her body tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. She pressed her lips tightly together, unsure of what to do next. Her eyes instinctively shut, and her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, as if holding on for support.

Raghav began to move his lips softly against hers, trying to guide her, but Pihu remained stiff, her lips still firmly pressed together. She wasn’t moving, unsure how to respond. It was clear that nervousness had taken over, and she wasn’t able to relax or return the kiss.

For few seconds Raghav continue to kiss her but when he realises Pihu is not moving her lips...he stops kissing her...he felt hurt by her rejection ..he slowly moves away from her ..he feels like he is forcing her ..he doesn't want her to feel like this..if she is not ready he will wait for her...he is not a desperate person....

As Raghav felt Pihu's hesitation during their kiss, he pulled back, sensing her discomfort.

His heart ached, unsure if he had pushed her too far, and he softly asked, “Why didn’t you kiss me back, Pihu?” His voice carried the weight of vulnerability, as if he feared he had crossed a line.

Pihu, flustered and embarrassed, couldn’t bring herself to look at him, her gaze fixed on the floor.

Raghav’s mind raced, thinking she wasn’t ready, and he quietly added,

“You could’ve told me if you weren’t ready. I would’ve waited.” There was a hint of hurt in his voice, not from rejection but from the thought of making her uncomfortable.

Pihu immediately shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “No, Raghav, it’s not that,” she whispered, her voice cracking.

“It’s not what you think... I’m ready. It’s just...” She trailed off, feeling overwhelmed by her own inexperience.

When Raghav saw the tears forming, he gently pulled her into a comforting hug, his hands rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“Pihu, it’s okay. Take your time,” he whispered, trying to ease her pain. But Pihu, still hiding her face in her palms, sobbed quietly.

“Raghav, I don’t know how to kiss,” she finally confessed, her voice barely audible as shame washed over her.

“I’ve never done it before, and I don’t know what to do. I was scared I’d mess it up.”

Raghav’s heart softened instantly. He stopped rubbing her back and held her a little tighter, realizing she wasn’t rejecting him, just nervous.

He smiled tenderly, pulling back enough to look at her, though she still hid her face.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” he whispered, gently prying her hands away from her face. “This is my first time too, Pihu. I’m learning just like you are. We’ll figure this out together, okay? You don’t have to know everything right away.” His words were soft, reassuring, filled with love and patience.

Pihu, still feeling the weight of her insecurity, hugged him tightly, hiding her face in his chest. “I’m sorry, Raghav. I wanted it to be perfect. Everyone’s first kiss is supposed to be special, but I ruined ours...” Her voice wavered with sadness as she confessed her feelings.

Raghav tilted her chin up gently, making her meet his eyes. “You didn’t ruin anything, Pihu,” he said with a soft smile. “Our first kiss wasn’t perfect, but that’s okay. We’ll make the next one even more memorable. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper, “Besides, I’ll teach you how to kiss your husband passionately...”

Pihu blushed deeply at his teasing, playfully pushing him away.

“You’re so shameless,” she muttered, her cheeks flushed, but a shy smile tugged at her lips.

Raghav laughed heartily, pulling her back into his arms. “If I can’t be shameless with my wife, then who can I be shameless with?” he teased. Pihu, still blushing, playfully pushed him again before running away with her heart racing, her cheeks warm, and a smile that couldn’t be contained. Raghav watched her go, laughter bubbling up inside him as he admired the adorable, bashful woman he had fallen in love with.

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