A PURE LOVE

Chap. 17

It was evening and the palace was looking like straight from the fantasy world because of the nature. Everyone inside this straight out of fantasy world palace were in their regular routine. Some working, some talking, kids playing and as usual workers on their duty as perfect as ever.

In that peaceful atmosphere a cry pierces in the palace, startling everyone. Meera and aparna who recognised their daughter's cry ran hurriedly towards her room. Everyone who were back from their whatever work ran towards Anjali's room whose crying were getting louder and louder.

Isha, who was about to go to her room heard Anjali's cry. Stopping in her tracks. A small smile formed on her lips. It's finally the time! Turning on her hells sharply she ran through the hallway. Anjali's room wasn't too far just some two hallways away from her. Running she tried to look where Ishaan is now. Finding that he's in the garden near the left wing, she sent a signal to him to return to the room.

As she neared the room everyone were already gathered. Meera and aparna were consoling anjali while men were standing looking extremely worried hearing her heart wrenching cries. Well.. labour pain is never easy. But the aftermath is what we call a bliss.✨

Everyone were present except for Adhiraaj who might have locked himself in his study room. It was clear anjali was losing her strength. Omkar was in a trance of shock and he was gaping at the scene with wide eye and everyone were in similar situation. Aparna and Meera aunty were trying to distract Anjali from the pain.

While Jaya dadu was shouting for Adhiraaj while that king was busy in his office. Everyone noticed Isha entering the room. Prithvi uncle and arvind uncle were really tensed that they're hands were shaking terribly. Tired from shouting he smacked Ankita and told her to call him. She nodded and was about to turn when Isha screamed on top of her lungs.

"Adhiraaj Singh Rathore.!!!!"

And she again screamed his name, more like demanding his presence infront of her.

"Adhiraaj...!!!!!"

She rushed to Anjali and told Meera to pack the necessary things required to the hospital. Hesitant Meera left her daughter's side when Isha reassured her while squeezing her hand. Om went with Meera aunty while Ankita stood biting her nails. Men's were trying to encourage Anjali verbally.

"I can't... I can't do this," Anjali gasped between her breaths, her body trembling with pain. Her face was pale, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, her voice trembling with fear. "It's too much..."

Her grip on Isha's hand tightened, desperate when Isha held her hand. Panic filled the room as another wave of pain rolled through her, stronger than before. Adhiraaj, listening his name being screamed so loud as if commanding him ran like a maniac when he heard Anjali's cry. His face which usually is aloof cracked.

Isha moved closer, her calm cutting through the tension like a blade. She knelt by Anjali's side, leaning in so that her voice could reach through the haze of pain.

"Anjali," she said softly, but with a firmness that demanded attention. "Listen to me. I know it hurts. I know it feels unbearable right now. But I need you to focus on one thing. Your baby."

Anjali, tears streaming down her cheeks, tried to focus through the sea of pain. "Isha... I don't know if I can..."

"You can," Isha whispered, her voice gentle but steady, the same calm strength she had always shown her. "You've carried this child for months. You've nurtured him, felt his every movement, and soon, you'll hold him in your arms. Think about that. Think about how his tiny hand will grasp your finger for the first time, how his heartbeat will match yours."