𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 | 𝟏𝟖+

CHAPTER 28

In the stillness of the night, Prithvi watched over Tara, his heart filled with a mixture of love and longing as she slept peacefully, her face radiant in the moonlight.

It had been too long since he had seen her like this, so serene and content, her gentle breathing a comforting melody in the quiet room.

Glancing at the clock, Prithvi realized the late hour-it was 3:20 a.m. He knew he had to leave before Tara woke and discovered the situation.

With a tender kiss on her forehead, he then leaned down to press his lips against her baby bump, whispering words of love and protection to their unborn child.

"Take care of yourself, my little PRINCESS, and don't disturb Maa, okay? Baba will come back soon," he murmured softly, his voice filled with affection and reassurance.

His hand rested protectively on her baby bump, feeling the gentle movements beneath his touch.

After expressing his love to both Tara and their baby, Prithvi carefully helped her into one of his kurtas, a comforting gesture that had become a tradition during her pregnancy.

Ensuring she was comfortable, he gently adjusted her position on the bed, placing pillows under her baby bump and between her legs for added support.

Covering her with a thin bedsheet, Prithvi took one last lingering look at Tara, his heart heavy with longing as he prepared to leave.

With a silent prayer for her well-being, he quietly slipped out of the room, leaving behind a sense of warmth and love that lingered in the air long after he was gone.
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As Tara's eyes fluttered open, she found herself enveloped in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.

The gentle rays danced across the room, casting warm patterns on the walls and floor. With a sense of tranquility, she stretched her limbs, savoring the comfort of the familiar surroundings.

She let out a soft sigh, Her hand instinctively reached out to the side of the bed, seeking the reassuring presence of Manik.

However, to her surprise, the space next to her was empty, devoid of the comforting warmth she had grown accustomed to.

Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, Tara noted the early hour-5:15 a.m.

Confusion creased her brow as she sat up, her mind struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"Where is Manik?" Tara muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper in the quiet room.

She scanned the room, half-expecting to find her son hiding behind the curtains or curled up in his favorite spot by the window.

But the room remained still and silent, save for the soft rustling of the curtains in the gentle breeze.

With a growing sense of unease, Tara swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, the cool wooden floor beneath her feet grounding her in reality.

With each passing moment, the events of the previous night eluded her grasp, leaving behind a vague sense of disorientation.

She shook her head slightly, attempting to clear the fog that clouded her mind, but the memories remained elusive, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

Then Kusum entered the room, and Tara, upon seeing her, asked, "Maaji, where is Manik?"

"He is with Prithvi, getting ready for puja," said Kusum. "Come, let me help you get ready too."

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The morning sun poured through the windows, bathing the breakfast table in a warm glow as the family gathered to discuss Manik's upcoming birthday.