When the paths of a dedicated surgeon and a tech mogul converge, they find themselves embroiled in a clash of desires. While she dreams of a love reminiscent of her favorite novels, he has surrendered himself beforehand . As their worlds collide, wi...
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Months had passed, and Laiba was now full term, ready to deliver any day. Her mood swings had become something of a legend, oscillating wildly between anger and sadness. She had me wrapped around her finger, and I couldn’t help but find the entire situation both endearing and hilarious.
One evening, I found her in the living room, tears streaming down her face. "I'm fat! I look like a bear!" she wailed.
I tried to stifle a chuckle as I approached her, gently wrapping my arms around her. "Mon amour, you're beautiful. You're carrying our child. How can that make you anything less than perfect?"
She sniffled and looked up at me, her eyes puffy. "Don't lie to me, Azlan Malik! I'm a whale, and you know it."
I kissed her forehead, trying to soothe her. "You're the most beautiful whale I've ever seen."
She let out a giggle despite her tears. "That's not funny!" she said, half-laughing, half-crying.
Another time, she was in the kitchen, angrily chopping vegetables. "Why does everything have to be so difficult?" she muttered, her frustration palpable.
I cautiously approached, not wanting to become the target of her anger. "What's wrong, Laiba?"
She turned to me, brandishing the knife. "Why are these carrots so hard to cut? Everything is conspiring against me!"
I took the knife from her gently. "Here, let me do it. You should sit and relax."
She huffed but allowed me to take over, sitting down with a dramatic sigh. "You're lucky I love you, Azlan."
Another night, as we lay in bed, she suddenly burst into tears. "What if the baby doesn't like me?"
I turned to her, confused. "What do you mean, mon amour? Of course, the baby will love you. You're going to be a wonderful mother."
She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "But what if I'm not good enough? What if I can't make her happy?"
I pulled her into my arms, whispering soothing words. "Laiba, you're going to be the best mother. Our baby is lucky to have you. And so am I."
She snuggled into my chest, her tears slowly subsiding. "You really think so?"
"I know so," I assured her.
Just as I thought the storm had passed, in her eyes. "You know, Azlan, you never bring me ice cream anymore."
I chuckled, getting out of bed. "I'll get you some right now, my love."
Amidst all of her mood fluctuations I can't help but fall for her.
As we settle into bed for the night, Laiba suddenly gasps, clutching her belly.
"Azlan, my water just broke!" she exclaims, her eyes wide with a mix of panic and excitement.
I leap out of bed, my heart pounding. "What do we do? What do we do?!" I shout, running around the room in a frenzy.
