Whispers of Romance

"The Sound of New Life"

There’s a surprise for the readers ahead in this chapter. Enjoy!

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In Viyansh and Vaidehi's room,
Viyansh entered their room with Vaidehi cradled gently in his arms, her expression clearly sulking.  He carefully placed her on the bed, but as soon as she was settled, Vaidehi turned away from him, her face pointed stubbornly to the other side of the room. Her lips were drawn into an angry pout, and she crossed her arms tightly over her chest, the gesture adding to her defiance. Viyansh stood by the bed for a moment, watching her. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in her stubborn posture. Viyansh’s eyes narrowed slightly as he glared at her.

Viyansh: "Oh hello, tumhara muh kis Khushi me Fula hai??"
(Oh, hello! Why is your face all puffed up )

Vaidehi: "Mujhe aur baatein karni thi na Vanshi se, aap kyu le aaye mujhe."
(I wanted to talk more with Vanshi, so why did you bring me back?)

Viyansh: "Achcha, niche pagalpan chalu tha chaaron ka aur ise tum baat karna bolti hu Biwi."
(Really? Downstairs, all four of them were acting crazy, and you call that talking, wife?)

Vaidehi: "Ansh aap mujhe daant nahi sakte hai Bhuliye mat main pregnant hu."
(Ansh, you can’t scold me! Don’t forget, I’m pregnant.)

Viyansh: "Haa shuru ho gaya tumhara phir se 'Main pregnant hu' ka naara lagana."
(Oh, here we go again with your “I’m pregnant” slogan.)

Vaidehi shot a fierce glare at Viyansh, her frustration palpable. But before she could say anything, Viyansh swiftly sat down beside her on bed. he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His touch was gentle, yet reassuring. Vaidehi felt the warmth of his embrace, and her frustration began to melt away. Viyansh kissed the top of her head. She nestled against him, her head resting comfortably on his chest.

Viyansh: "Sorry"

She let out a soft chuckle. With a playful smile, she reached up and gently tugged at Viyansh's cheeks.

Vaidehi: "Ansh, aap bahaut cute hai."
(Ansh, you're so cute.)

Viyansh: "Pehle khud aakhein dikha ke darati ho aur phir cute bolti ho. Hato mujhe nahi karni tumse baat."
(First, you scare me with those eyes, and then you call me cute. Move aside; I don’t want to talk to you.)

Vaidehi: "Awww mera cutuu naraz ho gaya??"
(Aww, is my cutie pie upset?)

Vaidehi’s giggle was like a melody to Viyansh, and he playfully glared at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. As she shifted to settle comfortably against him, Vaidehi leaned in and placed a light, affectionate kiss on his lips.  Viyansh’s smile grew just a little wider, his eyes softening as he absorbed the warmth of her gesture. Vaidehi kissed him again, this time lingering slightly longer. The affection in her touch deepened, and Viyansh’s smile widened, his happiness palpable. His fingers gently brushed against her back, enjoying the simple yet profound connection they were sharing. Vaidehi wasn’t finished yet. She leaned in for a third peck, her lips barely grazing his.

Vaidehi: "Kya ab cutu ki narazgi dur huyi??"
(Is my cutie pie’s anger gone now?)

Viyansh: "50% thodi aur koshish karo kya pata Puri ho jaye."
(50%... try a little harder, maybe it’ll go away completely.)

Viyansh’s grip on Vaidehi’s waist tightened, and his eyes gleamed with mischief. As he pulled her closer, Vaidehi nestled her face against his neck, gently rubbing her nose along his skin. The sensation made him feel ticklish, and he burst into laughter, his deep, joyful laughter echoing around the room. Vaidehi continued her playful assault, her touch light and teasing. Viyansh’s laughter grew more pronounced, the sound a mix of amusement and endearment. Despite his efforts to remain composed, his laughter was contagious. He tried to catch his breath while enjoying the sweet intimacy of the moment. Eventually, Viyansh managed to regain a bit of control. He gently grasped Vaidehi’s hands and turned her around, so she was lying beneath him. He hovered above her with care, making sure not to put his weight on her. The shift in position brought them even closer, their faces mere inches apart. Before Vaidehi could say a word, Viyansh pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was tender and filled with the love they shared. Vaidehi smiled against his lips and responded with equal warmth, her hands resting on his shoulders. Viyansh’s hands caressed her waist, his touch both comforting and intimate. Their moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. Viyansh reluctantly pulled back, a mix of frustration and amusement crossing his face. He glanced at Vaidehi, who was now laughing heartily, her eyes sparkling with mirth. The sound of her laughter made Viyansh’s frustration melt away, replaced by a smile of his own.