Once they had both changed into dry clothes, the atmosphere took on a different hue. At lunch, Sanju found herself unusually interested in her plate, avoiding Bhargav's gaze as if the patterns on the plate were the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen. Bhargav, on the other hand, couldn't help but look at her, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement at her bashful demeanor imagining her state after they truly become man and wife and wondering how long she will hide from him then.
After lunch, as Sanju sought refuge on the swing in the garden, a shy smile playing on her lips while she gently traced her fingertips over her slightly swollen lips, the sensation of their recent kiss still vividly present. Bhargav approached her, his steps light, still wrapped in the memories and warmth of the day's events. He sat beside her and coaxed her gently "Sanju, look at me,". But Sanju, her cheeks aflame, couldn't muster the courage to meet his eyes, choosing instead to nod her head to signal her inability to face him directly. As he drew her into a comforting hug  she chose to bury her face in his chest.
Gently swaying on the swing, Bhargav reached out to tilt Sanju's chin upwards with a gentle nudge, piercing the quiet with his voice, soft yet flecked with playful teasing. "It's alright, sweetheart. Remember, it was your first kiss, but like we discussed, it's completely normal for couples. You don't have to be so shy about it." Sanju, finally meeting his gaze, voiced her concern, "But out in the open like that? What if we were seen?" Bhargav, with a hint of mischief, quipped, "Does that mean it's alright if it's indoors?" Sanju's reply came out in a fluster, "No, that's not what I'm saying." Bhargav reassured her gently, "Relax, we're in our private estate, far from prying eyes."
Amidst this exchange, a thought struck Sanju, her expression turning to one of sudden realization and concern. "That wasn't your first kiss, was it?" she murmured, the question laden with a mix of curiosity and vulnerability, her voice so soft it was almost lost in the breeze. Bhargav met her gaze, honesty shining in his eyes. "No, sweetheart. It wasn't my first. Anjali was my first for many things, including my kiss. But I have never felt the intensity and emotion I felt with you. I'm sorry you weren't my first, and while you won't be my last," he paused, watching the storm of emotions play across her face, "you will always be my most special." Sanju's anger surged at the suggestion, her misunderstanding stoking the flames of her irritation, her face coloring a deep shade of red in her fury. "How can you say I won't be your last? Who else do you plan to...?" Bhargav watched the cascade of feelings traverse Sanju's face, from anger to possessiveness — a possessiveness she hadn't yet acknowledged or even realized. With a playful glint in his eye, he replied, "Our kids..."
The shift in Sanju's emotions was immediate and palpable, her anger dissolving into a profound embarrassment followed by shyness. Bhargav's heart swelled with affection at her reaction, his amusement clear in the laughter that followed. "Sanju, you can always express whatever you're feeling inside. If you want to scold me, go ahead. It's not good to bottle things up," he said, his voice gentle yet teasing. Sanju, now caught between her initial anger and the unexpected turn the conversation had taken, found herself at a loss for words. In the silence following their conversation, with emotions still swirling in the air, Bhargav watched Sanju, who, without realizing it, gently brushed her lips with her fingertips.
Sensing the moment was ripe for turning their laughter into something deeper, Bhargav gently pulled Sanju closer, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Ready for your second lesson?" he teased, his voice soft but filled with a promise of more. Sanju, still caught in the whirlwind of her emotions from their previous exchange, nodded hesitantly, her heart racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. Bhargav smiled reassuringly, "Just relax and follow my lead. This time I promise to be gentle..." he whispered, his breath mingling with hers.
As Bhargav's lips met Sanju's in a tender, exploratory kiss, she found herself momentarily frozen, unsure of how to respond. But Bhargav's patience and gentle guidance coaxed her into the moment, and slowly, Sanju began to move in sync with him. The kiss deepened, a slow dance of give and take, as Sanju let go of her hesitations and allowed herself to be led by the rhythm Bhargav set. When they finally parted, both breathless and more connected than ever, Bhargav's eyes twinkled with mirth. He couldn't resist adding a touch of humor to the moment, lightening the intensity of their connection with his playful wit.