Dear Sweetheart!

Shivaay?

"Dr. Annika Krishnamurthy, my future daughters-in-law." Choti Maa claims proudly, and I want to hit my head.

Something happened between these two that has Bhaiyya like that and here is his mother.

"Guys!" I exclaim.

Apparently, Bhaiyya's love story is so interesting that Dad and Chote Papa are at home too.

Plotting a plan with the rest of us.

"So, did you call her hospital?" Dad questions, ignoring Choti Maa.

"I did. I made an appointment for Mom." I look at my mom.

"What?" Her eyes widen. "What did you say?"

"You are throwing up and have some symptoms." I look at my mom and regret my whole existence.

Janhvi Singhania Oberoi is glaring at me.

"You booked an appointment for me, stating that I have symptoms of pregnancy!!" She screamed and got up.

I stand up too. Time to protect my beautiful male body. It is a blessing to this world that I need to protect.

Dad jumps to her side before she murders me.

For my own safety, I stay in my spot.

Doing more research, more than I have ever done for college, I found out Annika is an OB-GYN, who specializes in gynecology which focuses on female reproductive health and obstetrics.

It is pretty interesting honestly how she is respected in the field. Despite whatever her hospital does to keep away from the rating system and more, love for Annika pours in all the time.

But she is praised for the bare minimum.

Single women can go to her with no danger of hearing underhanded comments or being declined healthcare.

It is honestly sad how women can be declined healthcare for absurd reasons like them not being married, or being sexually active, or any trivial reason.

Like you are telling me when they should be given support on managing their sexual health, they are being denied care for that same reason?

Anyway, did my mom's glares decrease?

I look at her and nope.

The glare is still intact.

"Just chill, Mom. Make up an excuse to justify your symptoms. Women can vomit for many reasons." I say.

"I love Shivaay a lot, so I will play along." Mom sighs.

That is true. When Mom got back to her senses, she realized truly how much Bhaiyya has done for all of us. Especially her kids.

"Dear Shivaay, take care of yourself. In the quest of abiding by your grandmother's promise, do not sacrifice yourself. Remember how I said that the most painful thing to happen is to realize that your entire heart is with someone else? If anything happens to you, it is my heart that will be gone. Take care of it." Was the only one I stole from the box of memories.

If the mundane notes were gut-wrenching, this was absolutely fatal to O and me.

Realizing that someone loved Bhaiyya to this extent and that somehow it got lost amidst life is painful.

I cannot put into words how thankful I am that Bhaiyya is loved as Sumo loves me and how Gauri Bhabhi (to be) loves O.

"We need to have our PR team ready for a scandal. Janhvi visiting an obstetrician-gynecologist is quite the masala." Dad says, and we nod.