𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

Chapter Fifty-Two: Enemies Over Allies

Geetanjali's hand trembled as she stared at the results. Was she ready for this? She wasn't sure. It was 3 AM, and she hadn't left the bathroom for over an hour. That night, they hadn't been intimate because she felt too sick. After he fell asleep cuddling her, she carefully disentangled herself, quietly slipping out of the house. She rushed to the nearest medical store to buy a kit, her heart racing. Falling sick this often wasn't like her, and she couldn't shake the nagging thought that she was late this month.

Her hands wiped away the tears as she sat in the bathtub, rocking back and forth. On the other side of the door, Shubman woke to find the bed empty, panic rising within him. He noticed the bathroom light was on and decided to check on her.

Shubman's heart pounded as he approached the bathroom door. He could hear the faint sounds of her sobs, muffled but unmistakable. "Geetanjali?" he called softly, knocking gently. There was no answer, only the sound of her quiet, shaky breaths.

Worried, he turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open. The sight of her curled up in the bathtub, her knees drawn to her chest, shattered him. She looked so small, so vulnerable, lost in her world of despair.

"Geetanjali," he whispered again, kneeling beside the tub. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

She finally looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. The pregnancy test lay beside her, the results clear as day. Her voice trembled as she spoke, barely audible. "I... I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't even know how to feel about it myself."

Shubman cupped her cheeks, his thumbs gently wiping away her tears. He leaned in and kissed her forehead softly. "Shh, calm down, love," he whispered, his voice soothing, trying to bring her back from the edge of panic.

But Geetanjali couldn't stop the wave of anxiety crashing over her. She continued to rock back and forth, her thoughts spiralling. "Anamika..." she muttered, her voice breaking. "I don't want her to feel left out. She'll think her stepmother is already loving someone else. She doesn't deserve this."

Shubman's heart ached to hear the fear in her voice. He knew how much Geetanjali loved his daughter, how she had worked so hard to build a bond with Anamika, to make her feel secure after everything they had been through.

"Geetanjali," he said firmly, tilting her face so she would meet his eyes. "Anamika adores you. She knows how much you love her, and nothing is going to change that. We'll make sure she feels just as loved, just as important. We'll do this together, as a family."

Geetanjali cried out in pain, her voice breaking. "You don't understand, Shubman," she whispered, her emotions raw and overwhelming. "I know how it feels to be unwanted, to feel like you're not enough. I can't let Anamika go through that, not even for a second."

Shubman,s grip on her tightened, his heart breaking for the woman he loved. "Geetanjali," he began softly, "I understand more than you think. But listen to me—you are not alone in this. We'll love Anamika just as fiercely as we always have. And this new life... it doesn't take away from that. It adds to it."

She looked at him through tear-filled eyes, searching for reassurance. "But what if... what if she feels replaced?"

"She won't," Shubman promised, his voice steady with conviction. "We'll make sure she knows that she's irreplaceable. This baby will never take away from our love for her; it will only bring more love into our family."

Geetanjali pulled at her hair, shaking her head in distress. "I can't shake this feeling," she said, her voice trembling. "No matter how much I want to believe it, I keep thinking I'm going to fail. I'm afraid I won't be enough for either of them."

Shubman gently took her hands in his, trying to calm her. "Geetanjali, you're already more than enough. You've proven how much you care for Anamika. And you'll do the same for this baby. It's okay to be scared, but don't let fear convince you that you're not capable."

Geetanjali rested her forehead against his, tears streaming down her face. "Shubman," she cried, "we're agents. The reality is, how are we going to take care of both of them? How can we manage everything?"

Shubman shut his eyes, biting his lip as he thought about it. He knew it would be hard, but they had to make a decision. "We resign," he said firmly.

Geetanjali looked up at him, surprise and concern mingling in her eyes. "Resign? From our jobs?"

Shubman nodded, his expression resolute. "Yes. If we're going to manage both our family and the baby, we need to make some tough choices. We'll need time and energy to give to both Anamika and the new baby. It's not an easy decision, but I think it's the right one for us right now."

Geetanjali's voice croaked as she asked, "What about Shenoy? Will he let us go?"

Shubman wiped his face, his own tears mingling with his resolve. "He'll have to. I need to make this choice for my family. It's time I put us first and live for them."

Geetanjali nodded and said, "You're right. This time, family comes first." Shubman smiled slightly, his eyes moving to her stomach as he gently caressed the growing life inside her.

Shubman's gaze softened as he spoke about the baby. "You know, Geetanjali, this little one inside you is already changing everything," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "You've been so strong, but now it's time to take it easy."

He gently lifted her, carrying her to the bed with a careful, tender touch. "From now on, no more stunts, no more pushing yourself too hard," he said with a teasing smile. "You've got a life to nurture, and that's our top priority."

Laying her down on the bed, he tucked the blankets around her, his expression full of affection.

Shubman kissed her stomach gently, then laid his head against it with a contented sigh. "Having a life with you feels so good," he murmured.

Geetanjali caressed his head, her fingers brushing through his hair. "I never imagined," she said softly, her voice filled with emotion, "that the boy I saw on my first day of university would be the father of my

Geetanjali wiped her tears and murmured, "Now I want to fight for Anamika to win the court case. I want my babies to have a life I could never have."

Shubman took her hand, his expression resolute. "Geetanjali, we'll fight for Anamika and win this case. We owe it to our children to give them the life we've always dreamed of for them. This isn't just about the future; it's about creating a legacy of love and resilience. I'm with you every step of the way, and we'll make sure they have every chance to thrive."

Geetanjali smiled, feeling a surge of warmth as Shubman kissed her tummy once more. She gently patted his shoulder, her heart full. As she rested there, she could hear his soft snores against her skin, a comforting reminder of their bond and the new life they were nurturing together.

As Geetanjali drifted into sleep, the author's note would reflect the uncertainty lingering over her peaceful moment:

As Geetanjali rests, wrapped in the comfort of Shubman's presence, the challenges they face are far from resolved. The court case might be a step towards securing their future, but with more enemies than allies, the road ahead is fraught with obstacles. The struggle to nurture two lives amidst such adversity hangs in the balance. Will they be able to overcome these trials and build the life they dream of?