[Sequel of Rang Jo Lagyo: The Colours of Love; can be read as a standalone]
Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them?
When she has learned th...
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A year into our marriage and my wife is pregnant now. It has been almost 39 weeks, and she is close to the delivery date.
We realised that we needed time to heal ourselves first before we plan another pregnancy. Adhvita has vocalised her fears many times throughout her pregnancy and I understood it. After what we went through, it was hard for me as well, but we often conversed about it late at nights. She would share her feelings, and I would share mine which helped us to reduce our anxiety to some extent. During these past months, her needs, her security, her cravings everything was taken care of very well.
Her protruding belly makes her look even more adorable. Her face has gone a bit chubbier, and she waddles every time she walks around the house but the glow of carrying a child on her face is also evident.
Her dance academy was running well. She named it Nritya Shakha and half the times I fail to even pronounce it. I wonder sometimes, did she really grow up in Canada? She has hired few other trainers who are filling in for her at this time.
(Dance community/branch)
She was sitting in the front garden on the swing while I sat on the grass facing her. I had her swollen foot resting over my thigh and I was giving it a massage. I pressed my thumbs on the top of her feet, swaying them along the entire length of it with just enough pressure to ease out her pain and make her feel relaxed. She smiled looking down at me and I smiled back, continuing working on her other foot as well.
After some time, I got up from my place and went inside the house to get some water for her.
"SAANJH," I heard her distant scream, and the glass dropped from my hands, shattering on the floor. I ran out without wasting another second and found her on her knees on the ground. The bottom of her pastel blue saree was all wet and it seemed like her water broke.
"Sa—ahhhnhh," she held her stomach and I hurriedly went and sat next to her, holding her upright.
"Tarun get the car ready, HURRY UP," I shouted to make myself audible to the guard who was standing by the gates and I helped her to stand up back on her feet in the meantime.
"You got this love," I cooed to her as I carried her to the car.
She kept groaning and screaming in pain all this while. I sat on the back seat with her and Tarun drove speedily to the hospital.
"Saanjh, it's hur—hurting too much aaah." I kept my arm around her, patting her forehead and cheeks with a cloth, that I had in my car already, to get rid of sweat and tears from her face.
"I know love," I rubbed my hand against her back. My hands became shaky too seeing her in this much pain. All of this was new for me as well. I tried my best to soothe her pain, but I knew it was unbearable for her. "Deep breaths love."
Containing herself, she breathed in and out but screamed in between. She clutched my hand tightly, boring her nails into my flesh. If this was somewhat helping her, I couldn't care less as this pain was nothing compared to what she was going through.
