ENAMOUR LOVE

Chapter 82.

I kept pacing in my room holding my huge belly. It's getting so big. Marrying a tall, bulky guy is so dreamy until you have to carry their children. Like even the baby is bulky and my entire body is aching, especially my lower back.

I can't even go to Uni in this state. Last time I went was to submit my assignments and attend my mid exams of third year and it was the worst experience ever. Everyone kept looking at me with weird gazes and was whispering to themselves.

I got the second hand embarrassment when I wasn't able to fit in the bench. I saw many of them laugh but luckily both pari and the professor stood up for me. I didn't say it to Aaban as he might flip the entire University upside down. I glanced at myself in the mirror and the insecurities got the best out of me.

Am I really looking so huge and ugly?

Aaban didn't say a word instead he keeps on appreciating me and never gets tired of telling me that I look so beautiful but now I'm having double thoughts.

Lifting up my kameez I saw my reflection in the mirror and tears rolled from my eyes. What if Aaban finds me unattractive? What if I can't lose back my weight? There were stretch marks and it looked hideous.

Tears were continuously rolling down my eyes and I kept wiping my face. Before I might be bearable but now? I can't even look at my own reflection then how is he even breathing the same air as mine?

I have nothing against my baby but it's all me. If I would've controlled myself from eating like a hungry animal maybe I could've been at least bearable but no I kept eating like it was my last day.

There is a shooting pain in my back which made me wince loudly. Taking the support of the wall I slowly walked towards the bed and very carefully sat on it. Now the tears were oozing out cause of the immense pain.

I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes but the pain in my legs and back kept intensifying. Groaning a little I opened my eyes and took my phone from the night stand and played Surah Maryam.

Aaban did many researchers and gave me a list of Surahs and ayats to recite during this time. After Fajr he even recites the Quran for me as he wants our baby to listen to it and be connected to Allah.

Well Surah Maryam provides ease during labour but I get habituated to listening to it whenever I'm in pain.

AABAN.

Sitting in the car I reversed it and started driving. It's around 2 and I was going back home as Baba said to leave early and be with Amyrah as she might need me. She is due next month.

I stopped the car cause of the signal and was waiting for the color to turn green. There was a knock on the window and I slid it down and saw a boy selling gajrey. "Sahab ji apni begum ke liye le lein." (Sir, take it for your wife). I chuckled ruffling his hair and asked to sell it all. "Sarey dedo."

"Sarey?" (All). He asked astonished.

"Haan." (Yes). I smiled at him.

Excitedly, he packed it all and forwarded it in my direction. I took it and placed it in the passenger's seat but the signal turned green and there were multiple horns from behind.

The boy looked scared. "Sahab ji, meri maa bhuki hai, aise bina paisey diye mat jao." (Sir, my mother is hungry. Please don't leave without giving the money). He was on the verge of crying and it made me feel pity.

"Andar aao." (Get in). I signed him towards the back seat and he immediately stepped inside sitting on the seat. After he closed the door I drove it to the first place where I could park the vehicle.