The Tales of Arshi

Labour Rule's

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of Shantivan, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. Khushi stood in front of the mirror, her hands gently resting on her growing belly. A smile played on her lips as she thought about the little life growing inside her. She had always been full of life, but now, she had a glow that was different—softer, warmer, as if her very essence was blossoming with the anticipation of motherhood.

Arnav Singh Raizada, the formidable CEO of AR Designs, had become a different man over the years. The once ruthless and cold-hearted businessman now found his world revolving around his wife, Khushi. And now, with the news of their impending parenthood, he was more protective than ever.

As Khushi descended the stairs, her usual playful banter with Hari Prakash and the others was subdued. She felt a little dizzy, but brushed it off as the usual morning fatigue. She didn't want to worry Arnav, who was already fussing over every little thing, from her diet to her rest.

In the living room, the family was gathered for breakfast. Arnav, seated at the head of the table, looked up from his tablet and immediately noticed Khushi's pale face. He frowned, concern evident in his eyes.

"Khushi, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Khushi smiled weakly, waving off his concern. "Mai thik hu Arnav ji. Just a little tired. It's nothing."

But before she could take another step, everything around her started to blur. The voices of the family became distant, and the last thing she saw was Arnav rushing towards her before everything went black.

Panic ensued in Shantivan as Khushi's fainting spell left everyone in shock. Arnav, usually calm and composed in the face of crises, found his hands trembling as he cradled Khushi in his arms. The family quickly gathered around, their faces mirroring his concern.

"Call the doctor!" Arnav's voice was almost a shout, his fear breaking through his usual stoic demeanor.

Anjali, who had been seated nearby, quickly grabbed her phone, dialing the doctor's number with shaky fingers. Nani, holding her rosary beads, whispered prayers under her breath, while Payal and Akash stood by, their faces pale.

When the doctor arrived, he quickly examined Khushi, who was beginning to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked around in confusion, her vision slowly focusing on Arnav's face, which was etched with worry.

"Arnav...?" she whispered, her voice weak.

"I'm here, Khushi. I'm here," Arnav said, his voice choked with emotion as he held her hand tightly.

The doctor reassured everyone that Khushi and the baby were fine, but she needed to take better care of herself. "She's been overexerting herself. It's crucial for her to rest and not take any stress. The fainting was due to low blood pressure, something quite common during pregnancy, but it's important to monitor it closely."

Arnav nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of how to ensure Khushi's well-being. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her or their baby. He realized he had to be even more vigilant, not just as a husband, but as a father-to-be.

Later that evening, Khushi lay in bed, resting as the doctor had advised. Arnav sat beside her, holding her hand, his thumb gently stroking her knuckles. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sound of their breathing.

"I'm sorry, Arnav," Khushi murmured, her eyes filled with tears. "I didn't mean to worry you."

Arnav shook his head, his expression softening as he looked at her. "Don't apologize, Khushi. Your health and our baby's health are the most important things. You have to take it easy, okay? No more running around and worrying about everything."