Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Rajvanshi Industries, "The Maanve...
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Niharika’s POV :-
I have been overjoyed since the morning because it is Maan's birthday tomorrow, and everything is ready except the gift. Yeah, I am not sure what to get Maan for his birthday because he has everything.
I was watching a TV show when I noticed how a wife told her husband she was pregnant on his birthday and gave him the news as a birthday present.
I think something, then remember feeling dizzy; does this imply I am pregnant? What ?
Yeahhh……"No, how is that even possible?" My thoughts mocked me.
But why is not it possible? We have done it many times, and I do not allow him to use protection every time. It is possible. I think I should see a doctor.
I took my bag and headed to the hospital. I was about to go to the hospital near our house when I noticed Paras staring at me with his big donkey eyes, and Maan told him to watch over me whenever I went anywhere.
If I went to the hospital, he would inform Maan and he will accompany me. No, I can't do it.
I noticed Aarav coming down the stairs, eating an apple and singing songs. A thought came to mind.
I took the glass of water and split it in the last two steps.
I laughed aloud and looked around to ensure no one was staring at me.
As Aarav approached the last step, he slipped.
“Oh, my God! "Well done, Niharika!" I happily patted my back before sprinting toward Aarav.
“Ahhhh, Aarav…” He did not yell, so I did when I saw him fall.
"What happened, Bhabhi?" "Have you been hurt anywhere?" Aarav asked, seeing me screaming.
“Bewakoof, Gadha.”
(fool, Donkey!)
"Not me, Aarav, you were hurt, see how it hurts naa, let us go to the hospital, Paras, come take us to the hospital, Aarav slipped down the stairs."
"I am fine, Bhabhi; nothing happened-"
"Shut up; I know you are hurt. Let us head to the hospital." I interrupted him because he is so stupid.
"Why are you staring at my face?" Let us take him to the hospital, or do you want my devar to die in this manner?"
"Bhabhi, for goodness sake, stop. You want me to die at such a young age? He almost wept.
"Paras, stop listening to him. Take us to the hospital.' I told him, but he just stared at me and then at Aarav, who was shaking his head in No.
"Chup-chap hospital chalo, wrna kl ki party ma nahi aaoga tum." I threatened him. (Let us go to the hospital quietly, or you will not be able to attend the party tomorrow.)
