WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOUR

47. SORTED WITH LOVE

Mature content:-  No violence but feel free to skip if not interested in sexual theme. I just did some dragging business.

Mishti's Point Of View:-

I went to Abir's home office in the third level with a cup of coffee for him. Sometimes you just can't let go what's best for you and luckily I know what is best for me. Gone are the days I had to knock and the door before entering.

"Haan! You should have knocked on the door, Sweetheart."

"So, I need not see you doing research on hormones..... Female hormones." Praise my eyes. It had a very good capacity to read things from a distance. I don't know whether I should go all in adoration to find him checking on the troubles a woman has to face during her pregnancy.

"Well, I was just-"

"Checking on some advanced technology to make a baby without any hardship." I tried to make a weird joke while leaning from behind him to place the coffee on the long 'L-Shaped' desk.

"There was another sheet of paper I was going to show that day while you just noticed the divorce petition." He crossed to the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a document of some sort. Returning to me, he held it out.

I carefully took it from him. It was a letter. A letter he'd received from a hospital. I quickly read it and frowned. The letter in my hand and the visual in the PC went well. "An appointment.... I am well..... This...... you must be..... Did you stop with that.... Pills?" I was hardly able to form a perfect sentence after seeing that he took a huge step in our life.

"You want kids, don't you?"

And then the tears fell. They just poured right down my face. There was no holding them back.

Abir softly cursed again and caught my face with his hands. He thumbed away the tears. "Oye, I stopped it the day we married. I didn't think you'd be so shocked to hear I wanted you to stay. How could you think I'd want a divorce?"

"Actually hit me long back that things between us weren't anything fake but real. I was quite sure of that when you blew on Nishant at my foster parent's house but I thought you were just playing the role of possessive husband."

He rested his forehead against mine. "No, Sweetheart. For me, this has been real from the day it all started. How did you not see that? I took you on dates, I got you that damn Rabbit, I sleep in the same room as you."

"But never in your room."

He ruffled his hair and sighed. "That's not really a room for either of us to stay. It was a store room and I honestly don't mind you having a look at the store but I just heard you are scared of lizards don't be stunned to see some insects in between some old files."

I chuckled, "You must be kidding." In the end, who revealed to him I'm scared of lizards, that creature is something I purely look at with disgust.

"I'm not, it's just a storeroom. I didn't feel the need to take you there as I felt we both were really comfortable in the room we're in."

I licked at my lips and noticed the divorce petition being untouched, "How come you didn't sign after telling goodbye?"

"Fuck off!" He grunted. "I would sign if you want the whole wedding to take place again.You are my wife in every way that matters. If you need me to sign those papers and remarry you, though, I'll do it and as you know that's why I brought this divorce petition. But let me be clear on something. If we divorce, it won't dissolve anything between us and it's just paperwork. You won't go back to being Mishti Agarwal. You won't stop wearing any rings, chain and vermillion. You won't move out of this house. Nothing will change. It'll just mean we'll have the ceremony all over again."