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As I felt the gentle touch of soft lips on my cheeks, my eyes fluttered open to the warm glow of the room.
The sudden burst of light made me sit up hastily, and my vision cleared to reveal a sea of smiling faces, all chanting in unison, "Happiest birthday, bhabhi!"
Siya, Shreya, Reyansh, Yash, and Mahi stood before me, a delectable cake in their hands. But my face fell as I realized Amaira wasn't there.
A pang of sadness hit me, and I felt a lump form in my throat, but I pushed the emotions aside, not wanting to ruin the moment.
"Thank you," I said, forcing a weak smile. "Now, cut the cake fast. We have to test the food made with our own hands." Mahi came to me, but as soon as she spoke, I looked at her with a reaction of 'really'.
"No, don't, I don't want you all to die so soon," I joked, trying to lighten the mood, and they all burst into laughter.
"Come on, weren't that bad in cooking, though?" Mahi asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You all aren't bad in cooking, sweety," I said, making them smile. "But you all are worst at that." Their smile fell, and they looked at me with mock offense, making me chuckle.
"Okay, okay, I'm cutting," I said, and they handed me the knife. With a smile, I started cutting the cake, the room filling with the happy birthday song.
But suddenly, his face flashed before my eyes. "At least today, you should have come, Avyaan," I whispered, a tear falling onto the cake tray. "Maybe I'm not that important to you." I felt a stinging sensation in my heart, and my emotions threatened to overwhelm me.
I composed myself, picked up the cut cake, and handed it to my family. They took bites, savoring the taste, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched.
I felt a strong, intense gaze on me, but whenever I looked around, there was no one there except us. But still, I could feel someone's glare, and it sent shivers down my spine. I once more scanned the room, but finding no one, I pushed the thought aside.
They all had some bites from the cake and left with a "good night." I responded with the same, trying to sound cheerful despite the emptiness within.
Closing the door, they left, and I was alone with my thoughts. I came back and sat on the bed, my gaze fixed on the half-cut cake.
I took the cake tray in my hands, and my emotions spilled over. Tears streamed down my face, falling onto the cake, and messing up the written words 'cutie'.
"I'm not going to forgive you, Avyaan," I muttered under my breath, my voice trembling with anger and hurt.
Suddenly, the sweet aroma of strawberries and blueberries, my favorite fruits, made me feel queasy. A knot formed in my chest, and I pushed the cake away, unable to bear the sight of it.
I grabbed the water-filled glass and downed it in one gulp, but the unease persisted. My stomach churned, and I felt like vomiting. I rushed to the washroom, my heart racing with anxiety.
Holding the basin from both sides, I vomited while coughing hard, my body shaking with each convulsion. After washing my hands and mouth.
I slumped against the basin, exhausted. Tears brimmed in my eyes as I wondered, What's happening to me? Is my physical health failing me too?
Just then, I felt a gentle hand wrapping around my bare waist, and I froze. My eyes snapped open, and I stared at the reflection in the mirror.
Avyaan stood behind me, his eyes moist with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, patting my back gently. I felt a lump form in my throat, and my emotions overwhelmed me. I couldn't control myself anymore.
I turned around and jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. My hands wrapped around his neck, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, standing on my tiptoes.
I broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. He held me close, patting my back softly. "It's okay, I'm here. Stop crying," he whispered calmly.
I slowly came back to reality, remembering that I should be angry with him, not hugging him.
I pushed him away, breaking the hug. "I...I need to be alone," I stuttered, turning away from him.
She walked towards her bed, her fists clenched in anger, and lay down, trying to calm the turbulent emotions inside her. As she closed her eyes, she felt a hand on her waist, pulling her close. She opened her eyes, knowing exactly who it could be.
"Avyaan, leave me," she spoke, gritting her teeth, trying to push his hand away, but his hold was tight enough.
"Biwi, listen to me," he pleaded, his voice soft and gentle. She stopped struggling in his arms and tried to calm down. A part of her wanted to hear his side of the story, but another part was seething with anger.
"Okay, if you don't want me to explain, then I won't. But I'm really sorry," he spoke, snuggling his face in her neck. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. "I don't need your sorry," she spoke, pouting, trying her best to be angry, but ending up being adorable instead.
"So, what do you need? Tell me," he spoke softly, pecking her neck gently. But she didn't reply. She didn't know what she needed, but knew she wanted him to hold her, to never let her go.
"Please biwi, tum chaho toh datlo, maarlo pr aise chup toh mat raho, dard hota hai" he spoke, tightening his hold. His words struck a chord deep within her, and felt her eyes welling up with tears.
Her eyes filled with tears, and suddenly she turned to face him. "Dard hota hai? Ye ek hafte mein socha mujhe kitna hua hoga?" A tear rolled down her cheeks. The pain and hurt of the past week came flooding back, and she couldn't hold back her tears.
"I know, but the situation was something that I couldn't even contact you there. I'm sorry," he spoke, wiping her tears with his thumb, his eyes moist with emotion. His apology was sincere, and she could see the regret in his eyes.
He felt she was not well, that's why she's behaving very emotional, or she would have eaten him raw till now in anger.
She stared at him for some time, and suddenly smashed her lips on his. His hold tightened. She needed him, needed to feel his lips on her, to know that he was still her's.
He didn't move and let her do what she wanted. She moved her lips on his, kissing softly, her hand moving to his neck, holding it securely. He was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of her lips on his.
After kissing him softly, she was about to move her lips away from his when he spoke, "Now it's my turn, sweetheart." And with that, he smashed his lips on hers. He was hungry for her, hungry for her love, her touch.
He was kissing her like someone who had just found his favorite thing, eating her lips hungrily. His one hand moved towards her breast, cupping it securely in his palm. He squeezed it, and a hiss left her mouth. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine.
Getting the chance, he entered his tongue inside her mouth, exploring every corner. He was nibbling and biting her lips hardly, as a metallic taste hit his tongue, he looked at her lips, and they were bleeding. A smirk formed on his lips, a smirk of satisfaction, of desire.
A smirk formed on his lips as he continued to kiss her, his hunger for her insatiable. As she breathed once, but once more, he smashed his lips hardly on hers, eating her lips hungrily. She started tapping on his shoulder as she was out of breath.
But he wasn't in the mood to leave her. However, as she began tapping harder, he left her lips with a plug sound. She started breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. "You're a beast," she spoke between her breaths. She was panting, my heart racing with excitement.
He smirked, "Only for you, darling." A blush crept up her cheeks. His words made her feel desired, made her feel loved.
He pulled her close to him, her head landing on his chest. She felt relief and closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeats. She smiled, feeling safe in his arms. It was her home, home in his arms.
He patted her back gently, a soothing touch that calmed her racing heart. "Never leave me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as she closed her eyes, feeling safe in his arms. The vulnerability in her voice tore at his heartstrings.
He smiled, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "Never, my love. Now sleep," he whispered back, his warm breath caressing her skin. She took a deep breath, and her body relaxed, drifting into a deep slumber.
As she slept, her chest rose and fell with each peaceful breath, a serene smile on her lips.
Realizing she had fallen asleep, he took a long, deep breath, feeling his heart swell with love for her. "I love you, biwi," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion, as he pecked her gently on the top of her head.
His lips lingered on her skin, savoring the warmth and love that radiated from her.
As he closed his eyes, sleep consumed his body, and he felt his heart entwined with hers.
Both slept in each other's arms, without any tension, their love a flame that burned bright and true.
But as they slept, the darkness outside seemed to whisper a haunting question, would their love remain strong tomorrow, or would the shadows of their past tear them apart once more?
I stormed into the hall, gritting my teeth in frustration. "Iss aadmi ke toh pair ghar pe tikte hi nahi!" I exclaimed, my anger boiling over.
I had woken up to an empty room, and despite searching the entire mansion, there was no sign of him.
I dialed his number, and within two rings, he picked up. "Avyaannnnnnn!" I shouted, my lungs bursting with frustration.
The workers decorating the house for the evening celebration stopped and stared at me. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be back in some time," he spoke hurriedly, before hanging up.
I rolled my eyes, seething with anger. "Let him come. If I find out he was busy with some business thing, I'll...I'll..." I trailed off, my anger simmering just below the surface.
But beneath the anger, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Why was I behaving so differently? I was lost in thought when my phone rang, breaking the silence.
"Hello, ma'am, your appointment is in half an hour," the woman spoke from the other end. I nodded, I had decided to get a checkup, to see if there was something wrong with my body. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
Sometimes I thought I might be pregnant, but I wasn't sure. That's why I had decided to get checked up, without telling anyone. I didn't want to raise any false hopes.
I walked towards my bedroom, picked up the car keys, and headed downstairs to the car. The drive to the hospital was a blur, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of what the doctor might say.
As I walked into the hospital, I felt a sense of trepidation. What if something was wrong? What if...what if...what if...
I pushed the thoughts aside and walked towards the doctor's cabin. Holding the door knob, I took a deep breath and stepped inside.
"You can sit," the doctor said, guiding me to the chair. I sat down, trying to appear calm, but my heart was racing with anticipation.
She started checking my wrist with a machine, than my breathings and then my stomach.
After what felt like an eternity, the doctor finally spoke. "Maybe it can be that what you're thinking, and what I'm thinking, but for a hundred percent surety, let's wait for the reports."
I gulped, feeling like I had been punched in the gut. The word "maybe" hung in the air, taunting me.
"Okay, till when will it come?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Till evening, it will be in your hands," the doctor replied, prescribing me some medicines for the vomiting I had been experiencing.
I left the doctor's cabin, feeling numb and uncertain. The drive back home was a blur, my mind reeling with thoughts of what the future held.
As I walked into the hall, I was greeted by the sight of half-decorated rooms, the theme of red and white a stark contrast to my mood. I felt like vomiting again, and I quickly made my way upstairs to the bedroom.
I sat down on the bed, gulping down the medicine the doctor had prescribed. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. It was 2:30, and I could sleep for a few hours.
I lay down, closing my eyes, but my mind was stuck on the doctor's statement. After what felt like an eternity, I finally drifted off into a deep slumber, my heart heavy with uncertainty.
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A baby's piercing cry echoed in my ear, making me gulp. I felt my forehead grow sweaty, and with a sudden jolt, I opened my eyes, gasping for air as I realized it was just a dream.
I looked beside me, and he was there, sitting calmly with a soft, reassuring smile on his lips.
When did he arrive? I wondered, my mind foggy from the dream. I sat up on the bed, my eyes narrowing. "Where were you, huh?" I demanded, grabbing his shirt collar, making his eyes widen in surprise.
"I-I wa-s..." he stuttered, clearly taken aback by my outburst.
"Tell me, where were you since morning?" I pressed on, my voice firm Today, of all days, you should be with your wife, but instead you're...you're...nowhere to be found! Your feet never seem to stay in this house, do they?" I exclaimed, my words tumbling out in a rush.
He tried to wriggle free from my grasp, but I held tight. "Aree shant priye, shant," he pleaded, attempting to calm me down.
But I was having none of it. "What's there to be calm about? Is there another wife waiting for you outside?" I shot back, my words laced with venom.
As soon as the words left my mouth, his eyes flashed with anger. I had unwittingly struck a raw nerve. Oh no, Ishuuu!
In an instant, he grasped my bare waist, pulling me onto his lap. His gaze bore into mine, his eyes blazing with intensity. He tucked a few stray strands of hair behind my ears, his touch sending shivers down my spine.
"Never, ever talk about any woman in my life except you, understand?" his deep voice commanded, making me gulp.
His thumb tracing the curve of my waistline, he repeated, "Biwi, understand?" I nodded, feeling a flutter in my chest.
He glared at me, waiting for a response, but I, being me, chose to avoid eye contact, pretending he wasn't there. Huhh.
And in the blink of an eye, I was swept off my feet, He picked me up in his arms, leaving me breathless and wide-eyed.
Before I could utter a word, he strode towards the dressing table, making me stand on my tiptoes in front of the mirror.
As he placed his chin on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist, a radiant smile spread across my face. Our reflection stared back at us, and I felt like the luckiest person alive.
"How could I leave my beautiful wife on her birthday?" he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "But leaving her for some time maybe can be worth it," he added, a sly glint in his eye. I looked at him, perplexed, as he dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a exquisite white box adorned with a red ribbon.
He opened the box, revealing a stunning moon-shaped pendant with a visible mirror on the upper side. But what caught my attention was the unusual substance inside the pendant â it looked like soil or sand. As he fastened the hook around my neck, I couldn't help but touch the pendant, marveling at its uniqueness.
"Happiest birthday" he pecked on my cheeks, I smiled "thank you"
"What's inside it?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
He smiled, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Meri chaand si biwi ke liye chaand ke chand tukde" he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. My eyes widened in awe as I grasped the significance of his words â soil from the moon!
I turned to face him, my expression a mix of shock and wonder. "Remember once you told me you wanted the moon?" he asked, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "Now, that big moon can't fit in your hand, so I bought this. Did you love it?"
My eyes sparkled with tears as I recalled our conversation from two weeks ago. When he asked me that did i wanted something and I had jokingly said, "Haa chaand, woh chaand chahiye," and he had laughed. But now, I realized he had taken my words to heart.
I jumped into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Love it? I loved it the bestest gift I've ever got!" I exclaimed, my voice muffled against his chest.
As we broke apart, I glanced at the time and gasped. "Oh, fucking hell! It's already six, Avyaan! Why didn't you wake me earlier?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice.
He reassured me, "It's okay, there's still half an hour left. Get ready fast, I'll be back." I nodded, and he turned to leave, but stopped and turned back to me.
"Amaira wanted to meet you. Should I send her?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for a response.
My heart skipped a beat, but I steeled myself and nodded. He smiled and left, leaving me to prepare for the evening ahead.
I glided into the closet, my fingers tracing the delicate fabrics until they settled on the stunning red tissue saree with a silver border and red V-neckline full-hand blouse. As I draped the saree around me, I felt like a goddess.
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, and my heart skipped a beat. Despite not having done any facial or skincare, my face glowed with a radiant aura, even without a hint of makeup.
I pushed aside my thoughts and began to get ready, applying a light layer of concealer, followed by a precise stroke of eyeliner and a soft blush.
Finally, I picked up the vibrant red lipstick and applied it, feeling my look come together. I decided to let my hair flow freely, and my neck was already adorned with the mangalsutra and the exquisite moon chain.
I filled my hairline with a deep red sindoor, and that's when I heard a gentle knock on the door.
I opened it to find a servant standing with a discreet smile. "Ranisa, there is a hospital report that has arrived for you," she said, her voice soft.
I gulped, feeling a mix of emotions, and took the report from her hand. As she left, I was about to close the door when my eyes landed on Amaira walking towards my room, her eyes fixed on her phone. I closed the door, deciding to check the reports before facing her.
With a deep breath, I stepped into the balcony, craving the cool breeze to calm my racing heart. The feeling in my chest was odd, like a mix of excitement and trepidation.
I opened the file and pulled out the report paper, my hands trembling slightly. I closed my eyes, looked up at the sky, and whispered a silent prayer. "Kanha ji, bss sab thik ho"
As I began to read the report, my eyes widened, and my heart skipped a beat. The words danced on the page, but one phrase stood out: "Positive result."
The report slipped from my fingers, falling to the floor. Tears of joy welled up in my eyes as I whispered the life-changing words: "I'm pregnant"
My palm instinctively rested on my stomach, and a radiant smile spread across my face. "Mere aur avyaan ka baby, humara baby" I whispered, my voice trembling with happiness.
But my euphoric moment was short-lived. As I gazed out at the scene before me, my smile vanished.
A man was standing with Amaira, and Siya was arguing with them. The man's hand was on Amaira's back, but what caught my attention was the gun pointed at her back.
The man turned, his eyes locking onto mine.
He smirked.
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