Talab

Her royal love 19

Midnight

She woke up with a jerk, a scream tearing through the silence of the night.

Abhimaan jolted awake, his heart pounding as he turned to her. She was drenched in sweat, her face contorted in pain, her hands trembling.

"Rooh! Kya hua, bacha?" he asked, his voice filled with panic as he gently wiped her forehead.

"Maan... my lower area... it's hurting a lot," she cried, wincing. "Please... call Amrita... please..."

Without wasting another second, Abhimaan grabbed his phone and dialed.

"Kabir, come quickly... bring Amrita. Something's wrong with Rooh. Please hurry."

Within minutes, Kabir and Amrita arrived.

Amrita rushed into the room while Kabir waited outside, worry etched into his face.

She knelt beside Rooh, examining her carefully, asking her a few soft questions before checking everything properly. A few moments later, Amrita's lips curled into a teasing smile.

"Umm... I think pleasure uss din thoda zyada ho gaya tha," she said, playfully smirking. "Looks like... you guys are expecting."

The words struck the air like a lightning bolt.

Rooh froze.

Kabir peeked in, and before she could process it fully, they both congratulated her with a grin and quietly left, giving them space.

Silence fell in the room.

Abhimaan turned to her slowly, his eyes searching hers. "Rooh..." he whispered, touching her cheek gently.

She didn't say a word. She just crawled into his arms, curled into his chest like a child, and wrapped her arms around his torso tightly.

He held her, protectively, lovingly. One hand cradling her head, the other rubbing slow, comforting circles on her back.

"Rooh... you know," he began softly, "getting love from your parents... it's the luckiest feeling in the world. But I... I was never that lucky, bacha."

His voice trembled, but his hand never stopped stroking her hair.

"But our child... will never feel that void. I promise, Rooh. We will love our baby. Madly. Fiercely. Unconditionally."

She let out a shaky breath, still in pain, but wrapped in a love that felt like home. And slowly, lulled by his warmth, she drifted back to sleep in his arms.

Abhimaan's POV

As I held her, I couldn't sleep.

I closed my eyes, but the ghosts from my past crept in.

Flashback

"Maa... mujhe bhook lagi hai. Kya aap mujhe khaana dengi?" I had asked, barely five years old. Hungry. Hopeful.

She was in the kitchen, laughing with her cousins while preparing food.

She turned to me with disgust.

"Chal hatt yaha se, khuni," she spat, pushing me aside like I was filth.

I swallowed back the memory, my heart tightening.

My child... our child... will never know that kind of rejection. That kind of pain.

I leaned down gently, laying Rooh on the bed, tucking the blanket around her carefully.

I placed my palm over her tummy, tears silently falling from my eyes.

I bent down and kissed the soft curve of her stomach.

"Hello, bacha," I whispered, voice shaking.
"Main hoon tumhara papa."