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There were piles and piles of work for him to do.
His legs striding in his house as he sights his little nephew playing with his cars.
"Chachu...!" Abid greets him with a face full of chocolate as he showed him the dairy Milk.
Sultan patted him, "You didn't make your Chachi too tired today?" When he returned, he cautiously stepped into his room not wanting to scare Mishti.
A light chuckle escaped his mouth when he saw her leaning on the couch, asleep.
There was some chocolate on the corner of her lips. And there was a book in her grasp opened.
He sneakily took the book from her hand and read the title - "Pregnancy Mapbook: How to be the Best Mother." His features softened as he kept aside the book.
Then he softly wiped the chocolate from her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
"Sultan-ji?" She softly muttered.
She violently looked at her sides as she frantically said, "Where's my Dairy Milk? I slept off without finishing it."
"Dairy Milk?" He pointed as he remembered Abid holding the packet in his hand. He smiled with the realization, "Did you let Abid in here?"
"No, mom was looking after him today, saying I needed rest."
"Then he must have taken it. I saw him with that wrapper and his face full of chocolate," he said as her eyes started watering. "Don't cry, I will get you chocolates. There are so many sweet things in the house."
"I am not crying about that," she said sniffing her tears."The night lamp broke as I elbowed it. It broke into pieces...."
"It's alright it was just a lamp...."
"But still...it was in your room for so many days. You must have shared so many memories with it. We must give it a proper burial,"her words sent him flying to the floor.
He could understand it was her fluctuations in hormone due to the pregnancy. "Mr. Lamp will be missed,"she cried. He chuckled patting her head.
"Yeah,I did share a good memory with him but he got old and died. So, there's nothing sad because it's natural,"he said playing along with a mischievous smile. Narrowing his eyes he stared intently at her belly. Before looking at her from top to toe before refocusing on her belly.
Awkward she asked,"What are you looking?"
"Soon you are going to get fat,"he sounded a bit terrifying and agitating at the same time. She glared puffing her face and rained down slaps on his body. Laughing he said,"I was joking."
"It's not a joke. You are a right. I will look like a house in 9 months,"her eyes almost teared. Putting a hand around her he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear,"Just imagine when you will hold our child,a cute little mini you or mini me. Calling you momma and latching to you."
Her eyes dreamily started imagining that moment. "Throwing their little pink toes and yawning cutely. Like the ones I saw in internet,"she added tuning her face in his direction in a trance. But her smile disappeared finding him already looking at her. Their noses booping against each other. She squirmed lightly against his chest. Slowly,he was leaning towards her face and she froze. Their lips were almost embracing when she pushed him away. Kind of expecting this reaction he asked,"Why?"
Shw leaned against the cold wall, tears streaming down her face. "Why?You are asking me why?I shouldn't be doing this. I don't want to leave here. Please let's just get apart."
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