Ek Anchaha Rishta

Ice-cream carving 🍦🍧

Another Night...

12 o'clock....

Shreya was sleeping peacefully in her bed, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. Suddenly, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She felt a slight discomfort and realized she needed water. Groggily, she sat up, her hand instinctively going to her baby bump. She rubbed her tummy soothingly, her eyes adjusting to the dark room. She threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her feet searching for her slippers. As she stood up and looked towards the nearby table for water, but there was only an empty jug. She took a deep breath, her thirst and discomfort evident on her face. She took the jug in her hand and began to move towards the kitchen to fetch water. As she started walking, her eyes fell on Daya, who was sleeping on the sofa, his one hand under his head and the other on his stomach. She paused for a moment, her gaze softening as she looked at him.

She moved towards him, her steps silent on the floor. As she approached, her eyes never left his face, her heart filled with tenderness. She gently reached out and covered him with a blanket, her touch soft and caring. She tucked the blanket around him, making sure he was snug and comfortable. As she did, her hand brushed against his, and she felt a spark of electricity run through her body. She paused for a moment, her hand resting on his, her eyes locked on his peaceful face.

She took another deep breath and moved towards the kitchen, her feet padding softly on the floor. The darkness of the room seemed to envelop her, but she knew the way by heart. She reached the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door, the light spilling out and illuminating her face. She reached for the water bottle and poured herself a glass, the cool liquid a welcome relief to her parched throat. As she drank, she felt a sense of calm wash over her, her thirst quenched and her body relaxed. She stood there for a moment, savoring the peace and quiet of the night,While caressing her baby bump, she smiled softly, her eyes falling on the dining table. There, she saw a magazine.

She filled the jug with water and moved towards the dining table, her eyes drawn to the magazine. As she sat down, She began to flip through its pages, her fingers tracing the images of food items, her mouth watering at the sight of juicy burgers, crispy pizzas, and savory curries. Seeing them, she started feeling a strong craving, her taste buds tingling with desire. She continued to flip through the pages, her eyes scanning the images, until she stopped at one page, her gaze fixed on a beautiful picture of a creamy ice cream sundae, topped with whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and a cherry. As soon as she saw it, she wanted to devour it, her lips licking in anticipation, her fingers caressing the image as if she could taste it. The craving was so strong that she could almost smell the sweet aroma of the ice cream, her stomach growling with hunger. She closed her eyes, savoring the imaginary taste, her mind lost in the pleasure of it all.

Shreya caressed her baby bump - I wanted to eat it... I know baby you also want to eat it too. We, mumma and baby, are going to eat ice cream. But, let's keep it a secret from your papa..... shhh!

She smiled brightly and stood up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She moved towards the kitchen, her footsteps light and quick, her heart racing with excitement. She opened the freezer and pulled out a container of her favorite ice cream, her hands trembling with anticipation.

But soon, her smile faded as she realized that what she wanted was not there. She looked inside the freezer, her eyes scanning the shelves, searching for that ice cream flavor
But, it was nowhere to be found. She searched again, her hands rummaging through the frozen foods, her heart sinking with each passing moment. She checked every shelf, every corner, but it was all in vain. The ice cream flavor she craved was not there. Her face fell, her eyes clouding with disappointment. She closed the freezer door, her shoulders slumping in defeat.