We reached the apartment in the city around 1 am. Bhargav was awake and waiting as I had informed him prior. He came down the stairs immediately when my Jeep stopped near the stairs. I glanced at my side. Sanjana was fast asleep, her head against the door.

"Uth jao, meri gilehri. Hum sheher pahunch gaye hai."

(Wake up, my little squirrel. We've reached the city.)

She rubbed her eyes awake, squinting, and I wiped the little drool on her lips with my thumb. Sometimes I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she was.

"Ghar se der se nikle the, Bhaiya?" Bhargav asked, yawning, as he came down the stairs. I hummed and got out of the Jeep.

(Did you leave home quite late, Bhaiya?)

"Saare bag upar le jao. Mai Sanjana ki madad karunga," I told him.

(Take all the bags upstairs, I'll help her.)

"Ji Bhaiya."

I swung one bag over my shoulder and helped my wife get down from the Jeep. "Dheere se..." I mumbled as she squeezed my shoulder as well. Sanjana was panting already.

(Be careful...)

"Ab seedhi bhi hai?" She sighed.

(There are stairs as well?)

"Mm, chalo," I led her by hand. We had to stop at least thrice on the steps for my wife to catch her breath. I didn't push her even though I myself felt tired.

(Yes, come on)

After we somehow reached the apartment. I realised that Bhargav had already bought a spare mat to sleep on the living room floor. He wasn't fussing anymore.

"Ek mahina baad tumhe apna bistar wapas mil jaayega," I patted his shoulder as he pushed the couch to the side. Bhargav chuckled, "Koi baat nahi, Bhaiya."

(You'll get your bed back after one month.)

(I don't really mind, Bhaiya.)

He seemed suspiciously happy. I watched him from the kitchen while pouring myself a mild glass of whiskey.

"Aradhya se baat hui?"

(Did you talk with Aradhya?)

Bhargav almost faltered in his steps. His cheeks reddened, and he began coughing to hide that.

"H-haa... Kabhi k-labhi... Baat karta hu..."

(Y-yeah... Sometimes... We t-talk...)

"Acha?" I took a sip of my glass, still eyeing him. He was hiding something.

(Oh really?)

"Theen din pehel woh uh... Aayi thi yaha. Sheher."

(Three days back uh... She came here. To the city.)

I cocked a brow, "Aradhya? Akele?"

(Aradhya? She came alone?)

"Nahi, apne Bau Ji aur Bhai ke saath. Kuch kaam tha, aur rishtedar ko... Uh... Shaadi ke liye bulane the. Isliye."

(No, with her Father and brother. They had to meet a relative so... Uh... To invite them for the wedding.)

"Ah..." I nodded.

Their wedding was three months away. Her family had called a priest to fix the date. And from Aradhya's father, I heard that his daughter was secretly writing letters to Bhargav. Even he wrote back. As per Aradhya's father, as long as the kids didn't get themselves in trouble, he allowed it.

"Aur tumne kya kiya?"

(And what did you do?)

"Unhe sheher dikha raha tha... Bas utna hi."

(I just showed them around the city... That's all.)

"Bas utna hi?" I smiled.

(That's all?)

"Bhabhi aapko bula raha hai, Bhaiya. Aap jaiye," he muttered, clearly flustered.

(Bhabhi is calling you, Bhaiya. You should go.)

I went to the bedroom and locked the door behind me. Sanjana was seated on the bed, half asleep and half undressed. The pallu of her sari was lying beside her, and she was trying to unhook her choli.

I knelt in front of her. "Aap-?" She grew startled as I took her hands and placed them on either side. Carefully, I unhooked her choli.

(You-?)

Sanjana slowly turned red, and even her breathing turned laboured. I loved the sight of her plump breasts. They had gotten deliciously larger, and I couldn't wait to devour them.

My hands cupped them slowly, and I teased her nipples with my thumb.

"Ek mahina aur..." I mumbled.

(Just one more month...)

"D-do..." She corrected, her voice trembling.

(T-two...)

"Do?" I glanced up.

(Two?)

Sanjana gulped, unable to look at me. It was easy to get her flustered. And considering all the bold, indecent exercises that we had performed together, it always amused me how she blushed for the smallest of things.

"Ji... W-warna... Dard hoga..." She clutched the bedsheet.

(Y-yes... Or... It will hurt...)

I leaned closer and flicked her nipple with my tongue.

"Dard hoga?"

(It will hurt?)

"H-haan..." Her chest heaved, but I could see the lust pooled in her eyes as well.

(Y-yes...)

"Theek hai." I pulled away and stood up. "Dard nahi hone dunga."

(Okay. I won't hurt you.)

Sanjana looked surprised... And disappointed? But she didn't say anything.

The next morning, I let her sleep in as she was exhausted from travelling. Bhargav was in the kitchen making tea and he handed me a warm glass.

"Bhaiya...?" He said, stirring it seriously.

I hummed, relishing the different taste of urban tea.

"Bhabhi ka pet itna bada hai... Kya judwa bache hone wale hai?"

(Bhabhi's stomach is so big... Are you going to have twins?)

I choked.

Bhargav's eyes widened as I spat out everything in my mouth into the sink and began coughing.

"Pagal ho kya?!" I yelled at him.

(Have you gone insane?!)

"M-Mai... M-mazak... Sirf mazak..." He smiled nervously. I washed my mouth and went back to the bedroom. Sanjana was sitting up, confused.

(I- I was only joking...)

"Kya hua Ji? Shor kya tha?" She asked. Even for standing up, she had to struggle a lot. I undressed to shower, "Nahane ke baad hum mere kaarkhane jayenge."

(What happened, Ji? What was the noise?)

(We're going to the factory after I shower)

"Theek hai... Mai... Nashta banati hu. Aur dopahar ka-"

(Okay, I'll... Make breakfast. And for lunch-)

"Tum bhi aa rahi ho," I replied nonchalantly.

(You're coming with me as well)

"Mai?" Sanjana's eyes widened. "Par mai... Aapke kaarkhane?"

(But me...? At the factory?)

"Kyu?" I glared, "Ghar akeli baithi rehne ke liye sheher laya hu kya? Woh haveli mein bhi kar sakti thi. Har roz meri saath chalegi. Vyayam karna acha hai. Paas mei vidyalay wagera hai, waha bhi jaa sakti ho."

(Why? You think I brought you to the city to sit alone at home? You could have done that at the haveli as well. It's good to exercise, and there's a school nearby. You can go there.)

She stared at me quietly as I wrapped a towel around my waist.

"Aana zaroori hai?"

(Is it necessary to come?)

I gave her a look, and she joined her hands, facing me, "Ji huzoor." She waddled out of the bedroom to cook breakfast.

(Yes, my lord)