𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 #𝟏: previously known as "My Home"
A friends-to-lovers romance full of longing, heartbreak, and second chances.
"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰'𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆...
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Agar Ye Jurm Hai Toh Ye Jurm Baar Baar Karoon, Ke Jab Talak Mein Jiyu Tere Intezar Karoon
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It's been three months since Vaani and Unnati left Delhi. Without them, our house doesn't feel like home anymore. To move forward, Shivank and I bought a house together, a duplex, with Vaani and Shivank living downstairs after their wedding, and Unnati and I on the top floor. Life, for now, seems to be moving smoothly.
Vaani and Unnati have even started a cupcake business together in Somnath. Everything is set to move back here to Delhi as soon as Vaani and Shivank tie the knot.
And Unnati, she is healing.
She's doing better now, stronger than she was that night, the night everything changed. But the scars of that day run deep.
It was two days after Rakshabandhan when Unnati took a pregnancy test. She found out she was pregnant again. For the second time.
The first time she was pregnant was a year ago, during our first year of marriage. This time, after two years, she was filled with hope again. She was glowing with happiness, and for the first time in months, I saw her truly smile. We were on cloud nine, and she was so eager to share the news with Vaani that she almost ran to their house right away.
But I stopped her. "Let's confirm it first," I said, holding her close. "At least let's wait to hear the heartbeat before we tell anyone."
The next morning, we were at the doctor's office. Nervous and excited, we sat hand in hand as the doctor prepared the ultrasound. I could feel her fingers trembling in mine, so I gave her a reassuring nod. She looked at me, smiled softly, and turned her eyes to the screen.
The doctor pointed at the screen, showing us the tiny flicker of life growing inside her. "There it is," he said.
Unnati's teary eyes met mine, and in that moment, the world felt perfect. I kissed her forehead gently, my heart swelling with joy. The doctor advised complete bed rest for the next two days, warning that she might feel unwell. But after that, everything would be fine, he assured us.
