Love Me

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Roshni came downstairs and slowly walked over to Daksh, who was in the kitchen preparing tea.

Daksh looked up at her and handed her a glass of milk.

"Sit down and drink it quickly," he said, turning around.

She didn’t say anything, just stood next to him and started making herself a cup of tea.

"Roshni, I told you to drink the milk, not this," he said softly. She didn’t look at him and continued adding ingredients.

"Roshni, I’m talking to you. Don’t ignore me like that," he said firmly. Still, she didn’t glance his way and kept on with her tea.

"Roshni, it’s not good for you. You’re pregnant, and the doctor advised you to avoid tea," he said. Hearing this, she turned off the stove.

She picked up her glass of milk and started drinking it while standing.

"Sit down, Roshni."

"As if you’d be okay sitting if someone hit you on your backside multiple times bare," she replied, not looking at him.

Daksh walked over, placed a hand on her shoulder, and guided her to sit in a chair. As soon as the hard surface touches her she hissed and stood up again.

"Go sit on the couch; it has a soft pillow," he suggested, but she didn’t budge and sat back down on the chair.

"Roshni..."

Daksh continued, but Roshni interrupted him.

"You wanted me to be in pain, and I am right now. Why do you care?" she said, trying to get comfortable.

She glanced at him from the side. He was running his fingers through his hair.

"Daksh!" she yelled loudly, placing her hand on her belly.

Daksh looked her way and rushed over.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"My stomach hurts so much. I can’t take it; do something!" she exclaimed. Daksh placed his hand on her stomach and pulled out his phone, turning away to make a call.

Roshni watched him, and when he turned back to her, she put her hand on her belly again.

"I called Ayaan; he’s coming. He’s just one floor above us," he said, then carried her to their bedroom.

Soon, Ayaan arrived and entered their bedroom.

"What happen Roshni?" Ayaan asked, reaching to lift her t-shirt. She grabbed his hand.

"Send him out; he must be having a good time. He wanted to see me suffer, so send him out." She pointed at Daksh.

"Roshni, it’s not like that at all," Daksh replied, but Roshni turned her head away.

"Daksh, can you please..." Ayaan asked Daksh to leave the room.

Roshni wiped her tears and sat up straight, hissing in discomfort.

"Hey, lie down so I can check you," Ayaan said, pushing her gently, but she shrugged off his hand and sat up straight again.

"I’m totally fine; nothing’s wrong except for my butt and my heart. Everything else is good," she said, pouting. A knowing look cross over Ayaan's face. He cup her cheeks.

"It’s okay, Roshni. He’s just worried about you," he reassured her as she looked at him with her big doe-like eyes.

"Tell him I need someone to take care of me properly, with full attention and rest," she insisted, and Ayaan raised his eyebrows.