Mine To Love ✔

💫Epilogue💫

Avanya pov:

"Hey, the baby is kicking!" I exclaimed, and everyone gathered around me, eager to feel the tiny movements.

"Me, me! The baby will kick if it's me!" Harshit Bhaiya said, placing his hand on my belly, but the baby remained still.

"Arey hato! (Move aside!) Now the baby will kick when her bua (Esha) is here!" Esha said confidently, placing her hand on my belly.

But baby didn't kick , and Harshit Bhaiya laughed, teasing Esha, "Hahaaaa... See? Ayi badi huh! (Look, the baby kicked for her bua!)"

Esha whined, looking at Bua ji, who playfully scolded Harshit, "Don't tease her!"

The room filled with laughter and excitement, cherishing this special bonding moment.

The baby kicked again, but surprisingly, stopped when anyone else placed their hand. Divya suggested, "Let Akshit Bhai try. Maybe the baby will kick for her father!"

We nodded, and Akshit stepped forward, smiling, "I was waiting for my turn!"

As soon as Akshit's hand touched my belly, the baby kicked energetically. Our eyes met, filled with wonder, shock, and awe.

"Wow!" Akshit exclaimed, his face lighting up.

The room erupted in delighted gasps and happy cheers, capturing the magical moment.

"She kicked!" Akshit beamed, gently kissing my belly.

"Awwww!" Everyone cooed in unison, filling the room with warmth.

"Akshit is going to be her favorite," Buaji predicted, and we nodded in agreement.

From that moment on, the baby consistently kicked when Akshit placed his hand on my belly. His nightly conversations with our little one were met with responsive kicks, forging an unbreakable bond.

He is going to be the baby's favorite among us.

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As I struggled to tie my shoe laces, my bulky 9-month pregnant belly getting in the way, Akshit noticed my distress. He swooped in, his eyes filled with loving concern.

"Baby, this is my job," he said, gently taking over, his fingers deftly securing my shoes.

I smiled, feeling grateful for his care, as he helped me stand up from the couch, his hand supporting my elbow.

With my due date looming near, our baby's arrival imminent, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement. Akshit's loving gestures only added to my joy, reassuring me that we're in this together.

We entered the living room, where Papa ji welcomed us with a warm smile. "Come, bachon! Sit here," he said, gesturing to the comfortable couch.

Akshit gently guided me to sit down, while Avinash bhaiya thoughtfully placed a pillow behind my back, ensuring my comfort.

I smiled at them gratefully, feeling loved and cared for by my family. In this cozy setting, surrounded by loved ones, I felt my heart fill with joy and appreciation.

On this rainy day, the aroma of crispy pakoras wafted through the air, courtesy of Mumma and Buaji's culinary skills. Ishita Bhabhi lent a helping hand, while Esha assisted Ziaan with his homework.

Suddenly, Ziaan exclaimed, "Chii... Chii! My homework is done!" and ran towards us, beaming with pride.

I smiled, delighted by his accomplishment. "Really, baby? My good boy!" I said, showering him with affectionate kisses on his cheeks.