His Prisoner 21+

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"Arzal, I think..I think I'm pregnant." She said, clearly horrified making him widen his eyes.

"What?!"

"Tumhe kaise pata?" (How do you know?)

"Aur tum pills nahi le rahi ho?" He bombarded her with questions. (And are you not taking pills?)

"I am on pills. And mujhe pata hai kyun ke maine dramo mein dekha hai, shaadi ke baad aise larki ko ulti ho toh matlab bacha hone wala hota hai." She explained earnestly. (I am on pills. And I know because I've seen in dramas that if a girl feels nauseous after marriage, it means she's pregnant.)

He ran a hand over his face in frustration. "Pagal ho tum aur mujhe bhi pagal kar rahi ho. Periods aye huwe hain tumhe!" (You are crazy and driving me crazy as well. You're on your periods!)

"So what? Aur woh aj khatam hogaye na." (So what? And they've just ended today.)

Arzal looked at her as if she were absurd.

"Tum periods mein pregnant nahi-
Suddenly, he felt extremely nauseous. Covering his mouth, he rushed to the bathroom. (You can't get pregnant during your periods-)

Emaan bit her nails anxiously, realizing that it might have nothing to do with her pregnancy, but rather with the food she had cooked!

A few minutes later, he emerged, wiping his face with a paper towel.

"Toh ab kya me bhi pregnant hun?" (So, now am I pregnant too?)

She immediately turned around, gulping.

"Bewakoof larki tumne khana kharab banaya hai!" (Foolish girl, you've made spoiled food!)

"I'm sorry, maine jaan bujh ke kuch nahi kiya." She was on the verge of crying. (I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose.)

"Yaar Emaan tumhari bhen ne konsi recipe dedi hai tumhe?" (Which recipe did your sister give you?)

She turned around to face him, "Recipe mein toh koi galat ingridient nahi tha." (There was nothing wrong with the recipe.)

"Toh phir tumne hi kuch ulta seedha dala hai! Ek dhang ka kaam tum se nahi hota hai. Apni in bewakoofiyon se bahir ajao ab. Grow up for fuck's sake." He shouted at her. (Then you must have added something wrong! You can't do a single thing right. Stop being so foolish. Grow up, for fuck's sake.)

"I'm sorry, me bas ap ke liye kuch karna chahti thi.." she began to cry. (I'm sorry, I just wanted to do something for you...)

His eyes softened seeing her tears.

"Arey, Emaan. Tum ro kyun rahi ho?" He immediately pulled her into his chest, feeling guilty for raising his voice. (Hey, Emaan. Why are you crying?)

"Meri wajah se ap..ap ki tabiyat kharab hogayi." (Because of me, you..you're not feeling well.)

"Kuch nahi huwa hai meri tabiyat ko. I'm perfectly fine. Balke me toh itna khush hun ke tumne itna kuch kiya mere liye. Mere liye jaldi uthi, mere kapre nikaale, mere liye cooking ki." (I'm perfectly fine. In fact, I'm so happy that you did so much for me. You woke up early, laid out my clothes, cooked for me.)

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. "Thank you for that. And Thank you for coming in my life. Ab rona band karo aur please yeh fazool dramey dekhna bhi band karo." He wiped her tears. (Thank you for that. And thank you for coming into my life. Now stop crying and please stop watching those silly dramas.)