𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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He covers his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide, while I bite my lips harshly, trying to figure out what he’s feeling.
Isn’t he happy?
"What did you just say?" His voice is soft, but there’s a tremor beneath it, his gaze searching mine as he still keeps a small gap between us.
"I said I’m preg—"
I don’t even get to finish before he closes the distance between us. His strong hands lift me effortlessly by my thighs, and he twirls me around.
"Really?" he whispers breathlessly, sliding me down and cupping my cheeks as if he needs to see the truth in my eyes.
My vision blurs with tears, and I nod, unable to speak.
It’s been two weeks since my period didn’t come, and I was too scared to hope. Too afraid to see another negative result on a test. So, I went to the clinic, bracing myself for disappointment but the test came back positive.
I didn’t know if there could ever be a better day to tell him than today.
"You mean... I’m going to get two of you?" he asks, his voice breaking, a mix of awe and disbelief.
A watery laugh escapes me, and I nod again.
"Yes."
His elation bursts as he hoots, pulling me into his arms. "I’m the happiest man on earth right now!"
His shout echoes through the house, and within seconds, the kitchen door bursts open.
"May I know why you’re scaring the kids, Aman?" Vihaan Jiju asks, his brows furrowed.
Aman’s grin only widens as he tugs me closer by the waist. "Congratulate me, fucker. I’m going to be a father again!"
The room goes silent for a heartbeat before Jiju’s expression softens into something genuine. He steps forward, clasping Aman’s shoulder before pulling him into a brief hug. Then, he turns to me with an affectionate smile, resting a warm hand on my head. "Congratulations, Nitya."
"Thank you," I manage, my voice thick with emotion.
But it’s Shivi who catches my attention. She’s frozen in place, her lips parted in shock, staring at me like she can’t quite believe it.
I chuckle, wiping at my tears.
"Does this mean," she starts, her voice trembling with excitement, "that my dream of our kids becoming best friends is finally coming true?"
