"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't...
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Shopping with Mishti was my version of heaven. I mean it.She looked so adorable standing there, running her fingers across silk and satin, smiling every time I held up something outrageous for her.
"Buy this dress, babe. It would look amazing on you."
She blushed. Again. That sweet pink flush had become my addiction.
"What about these shoes, amore?"
"And this lipstick? It would suit you perfectly."
I watched her eyes light up like a kid in a candy store. But the moment she spotted the baby section tucked into the corner, everything else disappeared for her. Typical. My little baby mama was obsessed with baby clothes, and honestly, it made me want to kiss her nonstop.
And then it happened.
She froze. Picked up a tiny white frock with daisies stitched along the hem. And her entire expression changed. Her eyes grew wide. She looked at the dress like it had personally offended her. And then-
"SULTANJIIIIIIII!"
I dropped the ice cream menu and ran like the world was ending. "What happened?! Are you okay? Did someone touch you?! WHO TOUCHED YOU-"
She turned toward me slowly, still holding the baby dress like it was evidence in a murder case.
"This... this is IMPOSSIBLE! I'm going to DIE!"
I blinked. "What's impossible, jaan?"
She pointed to her stomach, her voice trembling. "THAT place... from where our child is going to come out!"
I paused. One full beat. Then two.
And I exploded in laughter. Full-on, stomach-cramping, embarrassing kind of laughter.
"You're seriously thinking about childbirth right now?" I asked in disbelief.
She looked dead serious. "HOW is a whole baby supposed to come out of there? That's not a door, it's a KEYHOLE!"
I was dying. I scooped her up almost. "Why are you so freaking cute, huh?"
She sniffed. Her nose twitched. Her eyes narrowed.
"You smell like... vanilla."
I frowned. "Wait, what?"
"Did you eat custard? Or fruits? Or... is it ice cream? YOU SMELL TASTY!"
Chuckling at her salivating expression, I sat her down and ruffled her hair. She was so ridiculously pregnant and dramatic. "I'll get you some ice cream, baby doll. Don't go anywhere, okay?"
She nodded like an obedient child.I turned away, heart full, already imagining her smile when I'd come back with mango and vanilla swirl in a waffle cone. That was the plan.
