Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when the...
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Mythili's POV ~
I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the screen in front of me, trying to focus on the report I had to finish by the end of the day. The words swam across the document, blurring together into a meaningless jumble. My hands rested on the keyboard, poised to type, but my fingers refused to move.
How could I focus on work when my entire world felt like it was spinning?
I had been so certain that the missed period was nothing. Just stress, I told myself. After all, I'd been working long hours, and Shivaay had been busy with his new business deals. It had to be stress. But then there was that gnawing feeling, one I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried.
The fear. The hope.
I tried to tell myself I didn't need to do anything drastic. I'd convinced myself for days that it was probably just a fluke. But this morning, as I stood in front of the pharmacy shelf, staring at rows of pregnancy tests, that whisper had grown into a deafening roar. I bought the test on impulse, barely making eye contact with the cashier.
I couldn't even wait. I locked myself in the bathroom at home, staring down at the little stick as if it were some kind of magic wand that could change my entire life. In a way, it was.
Two pink lines. Bold. Unmistakable.
I had read the instructions a hundred times. A second line meant positive. Pregnant.
I stared at the test, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might leap out of my chest.
Pregnant.
The word echoed in my head, over and over again, growing louder with every breath. My hand trembled as I set the test down on the bathroom counter. My reflection in the mirror stared back at me, wide-eyed and pale. I didn't recognize myself in that moment, standing there, with this enormous, life-altering truth in my hand.
I felt lightheaded, like the ground had shifted beneath me. My heart raced, my mind whirring in circles. This wasn't supposed to happen, not now. We hadn't planned for this. We hadn't even talked about it.
Shivaay.
My thoughts flew to him. How would he react? What would he say? Would he be happy? Would he be shocked? Would this disrupt all the plans we'd made together?
I pressed my hand to my stomach, the reality sinking in a little deeper. I was carrying a life inside of me. My baby. Shivaay's baby.
The thought should have filled me with joy, and on some level, it did. But there was fear too. Fear that he wasn't ready, fear that I wasn't ready. We'd talked about the future, of course—casual mentions of children "one day," but never now, never so soon.
I couldn't tell Shivaay. Not yet. I needed to process this first. I needed to talk to someone who would understand, someone who would listen without judgment, who could help me make sense of this swirling storm of emotions inside me.
