MY FOREVER WITH YOU

CHAPTER-32

"We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love. Love is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever."

MEERA

My hand slipped, I jerk my head blinking away the burning itch behind my eyes.

Taking a glance around at him, I sigh tiredly, there was no change at all. From over thirty six hours, I was desperately scrutinizing is for a change. A positive change in vitals of Arjun. He was in medically induced coma, the operation was successful. Now the only thing left was to wait.

Wait when he'd decide to join us back.

Grasping his hand in between my clasped ones, I press my forehead ignoring my back wincing in protest. No, no, you can't Meera. To every little discomfort, you have to pay earnest attention. No more being careless for even a minute.

Holding his hand in one hand, I retrieve the folder placed on the table beside. My heart slams in anxiety as I pull out my report. Dismissing the detailed analysis, I read again the bold line that shifted my, our world all together.

'I'm pregnant. I don't know what to feel exactly?'

Nervousness, scared for being totally unprepared. Happiness to be blessed with the most valuable gift in the world. Incompleteness for unable to share with the most deserving person, the father of our unborn baby.

"Arjun, what are we going to do?" I question staring at his resting figure with unshed tears in eyes.

I take deep breaths remembering mom's advice, that my baby would feel the exact emotions if not less. Gently placing my hand on my stomach, I calm down. My head feels heavy from the mere hours of rest but I can't seem to sleep continuously as dreadful images of Arjun being stabbed- keep flashing in my mind.

I shake my head deciding to pace a little and rest on the couch opposite from his bed. Everyone in the family were unpleasant with my stubborn decision of not leaving his side. The room was VIP, so they were slightly convinced to give in. They don't know about my pregnancy except for mom who accidently read my file mistaking for Arjun's.

I didn't mean to hide it, I was just not ready. Most importantly I wanted Arjun to be the first person to hear it. Which I was absolutely dreading.

I try to fight the exhaustion though in seconds it takes over. My crippled thoughts taking me back to the memory, the true reason behind, I was doubtful about Arjun's reaction to the news.

"Did you take the pill?"

I swallow back the sigh at Arjun's question while buttoning his shirt. Keeping aside the comforter that I was preoccupied folding, hesitantly I round the bed to discuss straightforward what was lingering in my mind. After every time of our, uhmm...love making, sheesh I get awkward even in my own mind. Anyways, the point is I don't like him reminding me of the pills.

It was bringing disturbing conclusions so it was better to ask directly.

Taking a deep breath, I ask, "Arjun, do you, I mean...you uhmm...don't want children?"

His eyes flick to mine, I fiddle with my saree nervously waiting for his response. What should be my reaction if he says no?

He grasps my arm gently, brows pinched in confusion, "Why did you even get there?"

I remain silent wanting him to explain further. "Jaan, he cups my cheeks, my nerves settles down instantly, "It's not even one year yet for our marriage, we both are occupied to settle in our respective careers so why rush? Tell me something, do you want to consider next step?"