✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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"Go away! It is gross!"
I was heaving and kneeling on the floor when I started to throw up and someone grabbed my hair. He started rubbing my back slowly.
"No, it isn't. He held me up and said softly, "And that is enough; come on, get up."
The sound of his voice caused tears to well up in my eyes, and I was unable to hold back my tears.
"Rudra, just leave!" I cried.
I had been acting like that for days, so I did not want to lash out at him.
Muktha mentioned that I could be pregnant. And it scared me.
And yet, despite my fear, I bought the kits, kept them hidden, and thought about using them before fear got the better of me again.
I am afraid that it will come back positive because I do not want to become pregnant at this time. I am sick and tired of worrying about all of this. And being pregnant right now requires me to be cautious, which is not an option.
Not to mention that the person who has been following me has yet to be apprehended and is still on the loose.
I want to make the most of my pregnancy with Rudra. And with that person still roaming free, I cannot help but be concerned.
I used to think that being pregnant would not bother me, but now it worries me.
Am I fit to be a mother?
Am I ready to have a baby?
Am I strong enough to raise a child?
All of these questions race through my head, making me feel ill once more. I have even shed a few kilogrammes as a result of my poor diet. And I worry that Rudra does not know about it yet. I am trying my best to not give him the slightest idea of what's going on with me.
I still have not found the courage to take the tests, and I do not need to. Based on my behaviour over the past few weeks, I am positive that I am pregnant.
He simply let me cry without saying anything, and I was appreciative of that. With a sigh, I stood up and rinsed my mouth while he handed me a towel.
I noticed him smiling at me, but I glared at him. Why? I have no idea.
These mood swings cause sickness and fatigue. They are driving me crazy and draining me of all my energy. I feel like a zombie when I wake up and when I go to sleep. same every day. And not a jot of energy is felt in my body.
I stumbled back into the room and collapsed onto the bed, suffering from a sore head, a sore throat, and an empty stomach despite my desire to eat.
It is all very annoying.
"Baby, why are you crying?" I swatted away his hand as he was stroking my hair.
