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Ashlesha's pov

Its been 1 beautiful year of our marriage.

Fighting, loving we both came here. We developed a mutual understanding between us.

We came closer and are loving each other from the bottom of our hearts.

I thought that he would fail to make me fall in love with him but no I was wrong.

This time Rajkumari Ashlesha Raghuvanshi lost.

On this special day of our life, we have organised a beautiful event with our families.

Well, my family couldn't make it because they went to Agra to see a rishta for Sidhya, but couldn't return back due to bad weather there.

But there were tons of wishes and blessings from them. Yes, they don't know the truth how Arsal married me but still, let it stay a secret.

Thinking all this I came out of my thoughts when I finished getting ready for the celebration by filling my maang with sindoor.

I looked at me from head to toe and smiled.

How much I have changed these days!
My body is more curvy and I have gained weight.

All thanks to his love!

The door knob turned and the door opened revealing my handsome husband dressed in black formals.

" Begum, you look pretty" he said eyeing me from head to toe with a soft sweet smile.

" You too" I said walking close to him and kissing his cheek.

He blushed and kissed me back again.

We locked out lips for the nth time of the day, I smiled inbetween the kiss.

" Bhabhiiiiiiiii.......,." Sana came running to our room and turned her face away.

" Sana! How many times I have to tell you to knock before coming, you idiot" Arsal said.

" The door is wide open bhaii jaan" sana said.

" Say, what you have to say!" I said chukling.

" Guests are asking for you two, but I will tell them that you are not giving your special presence down there. Enjoyyy"

Saying this she ran away locking the door behind.

" Sana" we both gasped and ran towards the door but she locked it.

We both looked at each other and burst out in laughter.

Laughing he lifted me up in his arms and took me to the bed.

We both lay down laughing like a mad .

Soon the laughs were replaced by kissing and we devoured each other again.

His hand reached to unhook my blouse and he opened it in one go.

He slid down the blouse and removed my pallu.

Removing my bra he started sucking my right nipple and it was giving me a pleasurable sensation down there.

He kept on sucking it and then came the turn of next one.

He sucked it deep and feathered kisses all over my body.

Down till the navel, then he slid up my saree and removed my panties.

He placed his tongue at the entrance of my clit and slowly pushed it inside tongue fucking me.

After 1 hour our make out session was complete and then. Sana unlocked us.

We both went down met everyone had food and slept.

Next morning

I woke up nauseous. I ran to the bathroom and emptied my stomach.

I again went inside and threw up again.

This repeated for 2 more times. I was now feeling so weak.

Arsal was already up and went downstairs for breakfast.

I washed my face with cold water, brushed and went down in my PJ's only.

I was feeling cold.

At the breakfast table, I again ran to throw up.

" Ise kya hua?" Mom asked.

" Pta nhi ammi, subh se kitni baar ulti kar di" Arsal replied to her.

I came back wiping off my hands and sat with my head in my hands.

" Beta, are you not well" chachi asked.

" Chachi, I am feeling nauseous" I said.

After breakfast I came back to my room and bathed.

I lied on the bed.

" Are you pregnant Ashi?" Arsal asked as soon as I hit the bed.

" Huh? What why?" I said confused with my face looked tired.

" You are throwing up since morning dear" he said patting my head.

" I might be? Well" i said lying on his lap.

" Then, we must visit doctor" he said.

Soon we left for hospital, there all the tests were done and we were told to wait till evening for reports.

We didn't disclosed about the pregnency thing to anyone. Because it may or may not be.

At evening, after returning with reports, we all sat in the hall.

I took a deep breath and said,
" Well, according to my reports. I m..."

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