Married to my Brother in law. In love with his Brother

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✨Chapter 44: A Seed in Wrong Hearts

That same night, the haveli lay in hushed silence, broken only by the occasional rustle of the neem branches outside. In the dim kitchen, Rita stood over a brass pot of warm milk. She moved carefully, her thin wrists steady as she ladled it into glasses, dropping strands of kesar petals that unfurled like tiny flames across the surface. Two glasses she set apart. Into them, with trembling hands, she mixed the hidden powder.

Balancing the silver tray, she walked the shadowed corridor to Meenal Thakurain’s chamber.

“Thakurain… milk,” she whispered at the doorway, her tone deferent, almost reverent.

Meenal looked up, faint surprise in her eyes, before softening into a smile. Rita placed the tray by her side and turned to leave, head bowed.

“Rita… call Arun for me,” Meenal’s gentle voice followed her. “That boy is flying around like a sparrow. Tell him his maa says he must drink his milk and sleep.” She chuckled softly, the sound like a lullaby.

Rita nodded, her heart hammering, and went in search of the child. She found him with Thakur Shahab and Chotay Sahib, both seated on cushions in the drawing room, engaged in a leisurely game.

“Thakur Shahab,” Rita said, lowering her eyes. “Thakurain is asking for Arun Shahab. She wishes him to drink his milk and rest.”

Thakur Shahab smiled, nodding. “Arun, your mother calls. Off you go, before she comes here herself,” he teased, giving the boy a gentle push.

Rita lingered only a moment, then stepped forward, offering the remaining two glasses with quiet precision—kesar for Aditya, plain for Rajveer.

Aditya’s hand brushed hers as he accepted his glass. A flush rose to her cheeks, but she lowered her gaze, masking her trembling joy. Then, with casual ease, he placed it aside.

“You take this,” he said, sliding the kesar milk toward Rajveer. “You always liked it more than I did.”

Rita froze. Her breath caught, sweat dampening her brow. She searched desperately for words, any excuse, but the clink of glass sealed her fate. The brothers had already switched.