Page 110 of Sumanika

She nodded. "It couldn't be better than this," she said, inhaling deeply before continuing.

"Agastya, she had a difficult past. I’m not sure how much you know, but as a woman, I can tell she has experienced the worst. And no matter how much time has passed, it still affects her. Be humble, kind, and understanding towards her. Just don’t do anything that might awaken her past. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen her smile effortlessly. And protect that smile, because while it's easy for a child to smile, it's hard for a wounded soul to do so," she said, and I nodded.

"I understand, Bhabhisa, don’t worry; I know what I’m doing," I replied with a smile.

"Also, thank you for what you did outside," I said, and she smiled.

"You're my brother-in-law. That was the least I could do," she replied as I stood up from the couch.

"I should head out now."

Suddenly, Bhaisa walked in with the Princess. He said, "Agastya, you still don’t want to hold your niece?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I’m not ready yet, Bhaisa. She’s so fragile," I said, moving toward him and admiring the beautiful sleeping charm in his arms.

"By the way, what happened to your lips?" he asked, and suddenly, Bhabhisa chuckled."Aa jao Rudra me karke batati hu kya hua hai,""Come in, Rudra, I will show the practical,"

My eyes widened with shock, and Bhaisa's brows thinned.

"Do not you dare to get Rashmika pregnant before the wedding. I will kill you," he said, and I shook my head.

“Not even in my dreams, Bhaisa,” I managed to say, but Bhabhisa interrupted.

“Rudra, your warning should be,‘Don’t you dare get any woman pregnant before the wedding,’” I immediately turned to look at her.

“Bhabhisa!” I glared at her, and she raised her hands.“Fine, I’ll be quiet now,” she said, and I turned to Bhaisa.“Okay, Bhaisa, I’m leaving,” I said as I headed toward my chamber.

Suman

As I entered his room, my gaze fell on the unmade bedsheet, prompting an urge to tidy it up. After checking the entrance and seeing he hadn’t appeared, I walked over, pulled off the sheet, shook it out, and spread it over the bed, neatly tucking in the sides. Hearing his approaching footsteps, I quickly arranged the pillows on the headboard.

"Suman," he called in his slow, deep voice. I looked at him as he walked toward me. "What happened?" I asked softly, trying to keep my racing heartbeat under control. I noticed his intense gaze and the neatly made bedsheet.

"You did this?" he asked slowly. I nodded, unable to understand the emotions behind his voice. "Yes." 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 intense 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 be doing what others can do."

I inhaled sharply, 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 are my... wife," he said slowly, causing me to lower my gaze for a moment 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? Bhabhisa doesn’t do anything. Aishwarya Bhabhisa focuses on her business, and now Bhabhisa understands that you don’t have to do anything," he said, and I shook my head.

"You know, they were raised differently, just like I was. Plus, even if they don't do anything, that doesn’t mean they can't. They simply don't have the time. Given the chance, they'd love to do things for their husbands and families," I tried to explain.

"Yes, because they are their families," he replied.

"And not mine?" I asked. He stared at me for a moment and said, "I don’t mean to imply that. You’re steering this conversation in a completely different direction."

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