𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐞

|52| Chapter

Vihaan POV:

There are only 10 more days for marriage. I've arranged everything, and the wedding will happen in Udaipur like our past life. I want her to recall all those memories, so I made sure to have that booked for our wedding days.

Now it's like 2 am in the morning, yet here I am in the kitchen, cooking biryani for her. These days, she's been acting crazy—waking up at weird hours, having strange cravings, and her mood swings are at their peak.

Yesterday, just because I threw my wet towel on the bed, she made such a big fuss and shouted at me, suddenly started to cry.

She shouted, "Aan, make it fast!" I sighed, saying, "Haa meri jaan." After 10 minutes, I served her dinner—technically the third dinner.

She happily ate the food without giving me one spoon. Not that I complained. She asked, "Aan, can I have some dessert as well, please?" I looked at the time and said, "Vie, it's already so late, it's not good for your health."

She pouted, saying, "Aan, pleaseeeee." I shook my head, saying, "No, Vie, seriously. What if you catch a cold?" Her eyes welled up, with that I went to the fridge, got her some ice cream, heated the brownie, and gave her the dessert. She pushed it away, saying, "No, you shouted at me. I don't want to eat."

I slightly raised my voice because I was in sleepy mode, asking, "What is wrong with you, Vie? First, you woke me at this weird hour and asked me to cook. Now you made a scene for dessert, and when I finally gave it to you, you're not eating."

She pushed the plate away, saying, "Sorry" loudly, and went to the room. I followed her as she ran to the bathroom. I followed her, worried.

She immediately vomited everything she ate. I caught her ears after she threw up, picked her up, and took her to bed. I gave her a water bottle. All the time, she was crying and didn't drink the water.

I glared at her, so she took it immediately and drank. As I gave her the tablets, she took them quietly, still crying. I said, "I told you not to eat at this hour. Now look, you are sick."

She sniffed, and my heart broke seeing her tears. I took her into my arms and cradled her as she hit me, blabbering, "You shouted at me. You don't love me anymore. You're getting angry at me for everything. You got bored of m-" I kept a finger on her lips and said, "Enough, stop."

She was silent as I said, "I lobe you, Vie, and you know that. So what are you trying to fight about?" She stammered, saying, "Well, I am sorry. I am behaving very weird these days. I know you have been putting up with me for a lot of time, and I know now or later you will get tired of me."

What in the hell is she thinking? I cupped her cheeks, saying, "Baby, look at me." She lifted her eyes to meet mine. I said, "Why will I get tired of you, Vie? You are my everything. Without you, my life has no meaning, no color, no light, nothing. So don't ever think that I will get tired of you, okay?"

She said, "Then you are angry at me." I sighed, pulling her close, and said, "I was angry because you are not taking care of yourself, Vie."

Before she could answer anything, she ran into the bathroom again. Oh no, this is getting serious. After she threw up again, I said, "Come on, let's go to the hospital." She caught my hand, saying, "Wait, Aan."

I looked at her as she was trying to process something. She shouted, "Oh my God!"

"What is it?" I asked. She shouted again, "Aan, we didn't use a condom on that day, right?"

"Which day?" I asked. She shouted again, "When we were on that island, Aan!" I nodded, asking, "Now what about it?"

She sighed, sitting on the bed, shaking her head, saying, "No, no, this can't be happening. We are getting married in like 10 days."