Her Nightmare | 18+

|| Chapter 94 ||

Readers, I'm not a medical student and don't know much about pregnancy. I tried to learn from Google.

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PARINIDHI

Devansh had been driving for the last half an hour, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting protectively over mine in my lap.

His touch was firm, but there was something different in his grip tonight—an urgency, maybe even fear, that I hadn't seen before.

Devansh, my rock, had always been fearless, unshakable, but tonight there was a small crack in that armor, and it unnerved me.

I leaned back in my seat, pressing my head against the leather, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling.

Maybe I was imagining things. After all, today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of our lives. He was going to be a father; we were starting a family. Yet, a mix of joy and fear seemed to cloud the air between us, and I couldn't understand why.

The car suddenly slowed, and I opened my eyes just as Devansh smoothly pulled over in front of the hospital.

Before I could even process the scene outside, my eyes landed on his men—already stationed at the entrance, standing like sentinels.

Michael was at the front, his presence solid, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if anticipating trouble.

My brows knitted together in confusion. How had they known we were coming here? And why all this precaution? We weren't in any danger—at least none that I was aware of.

But the way Devansh, Mukul, and Michael communicated, like they shared some invisible thread of understanding, had always been a mystery to me.

Devansh came around to my side of the car, gently opening the door. He leaned in, unbuckling my seatbelt with a tenderness that made my heart ache.

Just as I was about to step out, he stopped me with a soft, yet firm, "Wait, love. I've got you."

Before I could respond, his arm wrapped around my waist, and without a second thought, he lifted me into his arms, as if I weighed nothing.

"Dev, I can walk," I said, half-exasperated, half-amused. I wasn't fragile, just pregnant.

Walking to the hospital was something I could easily manage, but Devansh's overprotectiveness had reached new levels, and I knew once his mind was set on something, there was no convincing him otherwise.

He didn't answer right away, his eyes focused ahead as he carried me with ease. "Dev," I called softly, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck for balance. "Please, put me down. I'm perfectly fine to walk."

He finally glanced down at me, his expression softening, but his grip didn't loosen. "I know you can walk, love," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. "But if I'm here and you still have to walk, then what good am I?"

His words were filled with so much tenderness that they silenced any protest I had left. It wasn't just about carrying me—it was about him needing to be there for me, to support me in every possible way. The weight of his love wrapped around me like a warm blanket, and I felt my heart swell in my chest.

I couldn't help but smile, pressing my head into the crook of his neck as I surrendered to the moment. Whatever had been bothering him, whatever fears lingered in the back of his mind, I knew he would do anything to keep us safe.