𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟎 : 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

POV - Author

Waking up in the middle of the night and rushing to the washroom had become a daily routine for Anvi.

She rushed to the washbasin, throwing up everything in sight. As soon as she was done, a hand appeared behind her, gently holding her hair and patting her back. The familiar presence of her Rana sa calmed her, his care always making her feel safe. After a few moments, once she had finished, she leaned back into his embrace.

"Let's clean your face, and then you can rest, jaan," Ranvijay whispered, helping her wipe her face before carefully carrying her back to the bed.

"Sorry, I know you were so tired, and I've disturbed your sleep again," Anvi said softly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her mood swings were hitting hard again.

Ranvijay tenderly wiped the tears from her face,his voice gentle but firm. "Nothing's wrong, my love. You're so brave for dealing with all of this. The least I can do is support you. Now, don't cry, meri jaan. You know I hate seeing tears in your eyes."

Anvi sniffed, resting her head against his chest. She didn't know why she felt so fragile at times, but Ranvijay always knew how to comfort her.

"Mumma is tired, babies. Please don't trouble her. Listen to your dadaa," Ranvijay said as he broke the hug and kissed her baby bump, feeling their children kick inside.

"Dono bache apko hi pyaar karte hai mumma toh bas aise hi hai phele sochti thi ki apke upper nahi jayenge possessive but I was so wrong yeh toh abhi se hi possessive hai koi bhi dusra male mere pass aata hai tho they make me do vomit pata nahi bade honge toh kya hoga" Anvi said, making a face. Ranvijay couldn't help but chuckle at her complaints.

(Both the kids love you. I used to think they wouldn't be possessive of you, but I was so wrong. They're already possessive. Whenever any other man comes near me, they make me throw up. I can't even imagine how they'll be when they grow up.)

"Obviously, jaan they are my kids, they'll be possessive like me only. And you're even more possessive than me, so obviously, they will be possessive too. Now, let's not talk about it and just relax."Ranvijay smiled, gazing at her with affection.

"Ranvijay ji," she called, a new habit of hers lately, using his full name whenever she wanted something, knowing he would happily oblige.

"What do you need now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, his hands on his hips.

"I have this intense craving for ice cream! Please, can you get me some? The ones we had at home are all finished," she said with the cutest, most innocent expression.

"Jaan, it's 2:30 in the morning. Seriously? Ice cream?" Ranvijay looked at her, disbelief on his face. But he couldn't argue with her-she was Anvi Ranvijay Singh Rathore, and she could eat ice cream at any time.

"Please, jaan, just go," Anvi pleaded, her eyes wide and hopeful.

"Okay, fine. I'm going. But don't go anywhere. Just rest," he said, grabbing the car keys and his phone before heading out of the room. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, whispering, "I'll be back soon. Wait for me."

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After half an hour, he finally found an ice cream shop that was open. He quickly parked the car and entered the shop.

"One Belgium chocolate, take away," he said to the young man at the counter.

Soon, he had his ice cream, and just as he exited the shop, his phone rang. He saw Abhishek's name flash on the screen and frowned, but he picked up the call.

As soon as he heard Abhishek's voice, the ice cream slipped from his hand. The world around him seemed to collapse.

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