Cross Roads of Life

The Success

                            APARNA

                                             

We even stopped having the bare eye contact we earlier had, I felt extremely dead from within. My diet was completely changed and I ate all those that help in a positive pregnancy.

Around my ovulation period, we indulged in the act a few more times, both had no option left and both of us regretted it.

I never dared to look at him when we did it. I was too scared. It felt like helplessness. It felt like he was bestowing me with a favour.

After a few more months, God had once been gracious to me and my reports were positive. I jumped in happiness, finally rid of all this stupid torture.

Being a weekend, Tushar sat on the couch watching the news, I ran to him and hugged him as tight as possible announcing that I am pregnant.

"Congratulations... but please move away," he said.

"Let me just have a minute Tushar, just a minute... so that I won't feel too low of myself"

I soo badly wanted that... stream of tears ran down my eyes, just when I was about to inhale his scent....

"It's more than a minute" he distanced away.

"If you have any needs or any craving or anything just let me know, I will get you everything"

What about a little care and love???

"You have killed your heart to give this baby to me, that's enough. I won't trouble you more" was all I said.

He smiled relieved, and our set of parents were over the moon with the news. They have already planned on the delivery and stuff.

I continued my job, but the only change was pickup and drop by Tushar and a big Aww from my colleagues who were vocally jealous of our LOVE. Period!

I got extremely satisfying foot massages from Tushar that helped with my sore feet, he accompanied me to all the hospital appointments. He followed everything Doctor's said.

There were nights when he had secret talks with the baby, assuming I was asleep.

He refused to send me anywhere and rather asked my Mom to come here as the 7th month neared and I had no option left except shifting into his room. The only good thing is I had the bed all to myself.

"Ahh," I screeched.

"What happened?" he asked scared.

"Baby kicked"

"Really?"

"Yeah... ouch, again" I muttered.

"If you don't mind, can I feel that?" he requested.

I nodded immediately, more than anyone I was waiting for the moment. He carefully put his hand over my belly.

"Baby kicked" I exclaimed.

"Where? I couldn't feel," he sounded disappointed.

I kept moving his hand over my belly. After a few more trials, he finally felt it and there were tears in his eyes, his eyes focused on the photo frame beside the bed.

I crossed the boundary, took the frame in my hand, and stared at the beautiful smile she has.

"What are you doing?" his voice rather came as a growl.

"She is... She is beautiful," I stated.

"That she is" his lips curved into a smile, and that was the first ever time I saw him smiling. Or else he carries the single straight face all the time.

"If you don't mind.. can I know a bit about her?" I dared to ask.

"Why?" he arched a brow.

"I have been quite a fan of love stories since my college days" I squealed like the teenager I was earlier.

One of the reasons I loved the librarian job is due to the access I get to books, which transport me to a fairyland.

"She is my Ruchika" he took her name soo preciously, as if it was the only thing that mattered.