Our story.

Chapter 4

Kajols pov

I watched as he slept beside me,making my heart warm up. I looked around me as i saw all the things we went through, losing my second child, ShahRukh being accused of cheating on me with Rani Mukerji and me then being chased by the paparazzi.

But eventhough all this trouble, we managed to hold on, now I am 8 months pregnant with my first child after the miscarrige and is almost due to give birth. I cant believe we made it this far.

Srk pov

I wake up, and i look. I see she had woken up :
'suprabhaat [goodmorning]' she whispers to me
'Goodmoring to you too' i say back, getting up from my bed and changing into my office clothes as kajol goes off to make breakfast.
I cant stop smiling honestly, Im at the happiest peak of my life -I think many of my co stars and directors are getting upset because of how much i've been smiling and being happy. I take my suitcase and leave, kissing my wife goodbye and helping her sit down.

Kajol pov

I watch as he leaves for work. What if he doesnt come back. What if he dies in an accident. What if hes cheating on me with one of he peoples hes acting with. This were pregnancy hormones that were affecting me. Tears rolled down my eyes as i went to the telephone and dialed my parents. I waited, strumming my fingers on the coffee table.
'Hello? Kajol? Are you there?' A voice answered- at first it wasnt familiar but the more it spoke i realised it was my father
'Hello?' I replied, my voice shaking as if i was crying (which i was)
'Kajol, are you ok, what happened do you need me to talk to ShahRukh?'
'no paapa its just pregancy hormones, can i speak to mummy?'
A minute passed and then there was another 'Hello?'
'Mummy? Can you come over?' The phone hung up- my mother was coming.
I waited again for fifteen minutes until the door opened and i ran and duged my face into her arms like a little child again.
'Mum, what if he doesnt love me anymore' i cried as my mother stroked my back, reassuring.
'Why would I stop loving you?' A voice called out. It was not like my mothers: soothing like honey but it was like a fire in a fire pit.
my mother removed my arms off hers as she lifted my chin up to see ShahRukh. I cried,burying my face into his chest
'Señorita dont cry' he patted my back 'you never answered my question, why would i stop loving you?'
'Im fat and ugly, all the girls you work with are skinny and pretty, im scared youll leave me alone because you realised im not right for you.' I sobbed
He kissed my forehead 'your not fat, one your pregnant and theres a child, our child, inside of you. And your not ugly, when i met you i loved you for you, your eyes, your smile, your hair, and your personality. Not because you was skinny no, thats being materialistic and theres no love with materialism. I love you Kajol Khan, and until i die i will always be by your side forever.' He smiled and he pulled me closer, 'i love you.' He whispered