THE RAJHANS SISTERS

THE WAIT

One Week Later

Aniket was getting ready after his shower, and his eyes fell on Nitya, who was still in bed. She usually woke up early, but today Aniket hadn't woken her deliberately. He wanted to surprise her, to show his love and care in a small, meaningful way.

He went to her and sat beside her, admiring the way her hair brushed against her cheeks. A smile formed on his face as he gently tucked a stray lock behind her ear. His hands caressed her forehead, and he bent down to kiss it softly.

Leaving her to rest a little longer, he headed downstairs to fetch the breakfast he had prepared. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm toast filled the air as he carefully arranged everything on a tray. He returned to the bedroom, tray in hand, and saw that she was still lying in bed, lost in peaceful slumber.

He gently caressed her forehead and took her into his arms, his touch tender and warm. "Nitya, wake up, have your breakfast, wake up," he whispered. She stirred slightly, leaning into his embrace, still unaware of the transition from dream to reality.

"Nitya, come on, wake up," he said, rubbing her back in soothing circles. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, a smile spreading across her face as she found herself cradled in his arms.

"It's 8:30. Why didn't you wake me?" she asked, her voice soft and slightly groggy.

"So that you could have a good sleep. Pregnant moms must have a healthy sleep, Nitya," he explained, his eyes filled with love and concern.

"Oh! If you wake me up like this, I will want to wake up in your arms every day," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling with affection.

"Alright, your wish is my command. From now on, I'll wake you up like this every day," he promised, and she chuckled, feeling the warmth of his love envelop her.

"Come on now, quickly have your coffee and finish your breakfast, hmm?" he said, presenting the tray with a flourish. Nitya looked at the spread in front of her, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Aniket, all this for me?" she asked, touched by his thoughtfulness. He nodded, his heart swelling with joy as she hugged him again, holding him close.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude and love.

"Anything for you, Nitya. Always," he replied, kissing the top of her head as they shared a quiet moment together, basking in the warmth of their love and the promise of the days to come.

"Brush?" she asked, still half-asleep, her voice soft and groggy.

"Not required," Aniket replied with a smile.

Nitya took the cup of coffee from his hands, bringing it to her lips. The first sip felt like heaven, a rich blend of flavors that warmed her from the inside out. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste.

"What happened? Is it not good?" Aniket asked gently, watching her reaction closely.

"Good? Aniket, this is the best coffee in the world. Where did you learn to make it so well?" she asked, her eyes wide with admiration.

"You might have forgotten, Nitya, but the first time we met, you thought I was... what was it... a cook," he reminded her, a playful glint in his eyes.

She laughed, the sound light and melodic. "Oh yes, how could I forget? I was so embarrassed."

"And besides, who could be better than Chef Aniket Sharma?" he asked, his tone teasing as he leaned in closer.

Nitya nodded, her smile widening. "You are full of surprises, Mr. Sharma."