REYA SHARMA
She's got the eyes of innocence, the face of an angel. A personality of a dreamer and a smile that hides more pain than you can ever imagine.
VAYUSH KASHYAP
"...Her eyes make me think of wide open skies that I've never actually seen, onl...
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My eyes fluttered open, feeling the warmth of a strong hold on my waist.
As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, my heart skipped a beat at the sight before me.
Vayu lay there, his head gently resting over my belly, his hands wrapped around my waist in a protective, loving embrace.
For a moment, everything felt surreal—the soft rise and fall of his breath, the peaceful look on his face.
I couldn’t help but smile, my heart swelling with love for this man, who in his own quiet way, was already becoming the father I knew he would be.
I was just admiring the view in front of my eyes when I started coughing badly.
I tried my best to stifle the coughs, not wanting to disturb Vayu’s peaceful sleep, but it was no use.
The coughs grew louder, and before I could even realize it, his eyes fluttered open. Without missing a beat, he gently lifted me to sit comfortably against the headrest.
"Sunflower, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern as he quickly stood up and switched on the kettle.
I nodded, trying to smile through the coughs, but he wasn’t convinced. He hurried back, handing me a glass of warm water.
"Careful, sip slowly," he whispered, sitting beside me, his hand gently rubbing my back.
I took small sips, feeling the warmth of the water soothe my throat. His hands continued rubbing my back to ease my condition.
I smiled softly, feeling the warmth of his care. "Good morning, Mr. Kashyap," I whispered playfully.
He chuckled, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in closer. "Good morning, Mrs. Kashyap," he replied, his voice tender yet filled with joy, as he gently kissed my forehead.
And suddenly, he leaned down to my belly, softly peppering kisses over it. His voice turned tender as he whispered, "Good morning, little one."
I felt a surge of warmth in my heart, watching him bond with our baby. My fingers gently ran through his hair as he continued talking to our baby, making the morning feel even more magical.
He pulled away, standing up as he fixed his hair, and looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Get ready, Sunflower!” he said casually.
My brows furrowed, confused. "For what?" I asked, still trying to process what he could be planning next.
His smile only deepened. "The surprise, sunflower! The main surprise is still not done," he teased, making my heart race with curiosity.
I tried to press him for more details, but he just winked and walked away, leaving me even more intrigued.
I sighed and went to take a shower, the warmth of the water helping me wake up fully. After finishing my routine, I stepped out, and my eyes immediately landed on a beautiful red saree lying on the bed.
