Tum Se Hi

HUM DO HUMAARE DO

ABHISHEK'S POV

While everyone sets up for the celebration, Ishita and I steal a quiet moment in our room. We made a tradition to wear our wedding outfits on each anniversary. Ishita had to alter her blouse a bit this year to accommodate her belly, which is carrying our babies.

I'm fixing my hair in the mirror when I catch her holding her belly, a look of pure frustration on her face. "Abhay, we have to go to the doctor next week," she mutters. "They can do whatever they need to, but I need to go into labor. We're past nine months already."

Oh no, another mood swing. I can see the tears threatening to spill, so I move quickly, slipping behind her and wrapping my arms around her belly. The bump may be in the way, but I give her gentle kisses on the cheek, each one soothing her a bit more until I feel her start to relax.

Her mood swings are sudden and intense, but I can't help but admire her strength. I can't imagine going through all these ups and downs myself—how do women handle so much, month after month? She amazes me every single day.

It's been nine months and twelve days now, longer than we expected, especially with twins. We're both so ready.

THIRD POV

Abhishek holds Ishita close, his hands gently tracing over her belly, guiding her to take deep, steady breaths.

Abhishek (whispering playfully): "Shaadi ke jode mein itni pyaari lag rahi hai tu! Firse shaadi karlein?"

Ishita lets out a small laugh, her earlier frustration melting away.

Ishita (murmuring): "Chal chal, jhootha. Mera mood better karne ke liye bol raha hai bas."

Abhishek (grinning): "Arre! I love you, jaaneman." He gives her a quick peck, then glances at her belly. "And I love you both too, but come out soon, okay? You're bothering your mom way too much."

Ishita (scrunching her nose): "How dare you? Kaise bol sakta hai tu hamare pyaare bacchon ko aise?"

Abhishek (defensive): "Arey, I was just taking your side!"

Ishita: "Mujhe nahi pata. Tu hamare pyaare bacchon ko aise nahi bol sakta. Say sorry."

Abhishek (pouting): "Sorry."

Ishita: "Mujhe nahi, bacchon ko bol."

Abhishek (gently rubbing her belly): "Sorry, babies."

Ishita (smiling): "Good."

They exchange a loving look, savoring the moment.

Abhishek (softly): "Happy anniversary, baby."

Ishita (cupping his face): "Happy anniversary, baby."

As they share this quiet, intimate moment, Abhishek gently cups her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek. The way he gazes at her—full of adoration and warmth—makes Ishita's heart skip a beat.

Ishita (slightly shy): "Don't look at me like that."

Abhishek (smiling, watching her get flustered): "Like what?"

Ishita: "You know exactly what you're doing."

Abhishek (acting innocent): "I don't."

Ishita, smiling, playfully tries to pull away from his hold, but Abhishek pulls her even closer, his arms wrapping around her. Before she can protest, he leans in, capturing her lips in a kiss that makes them both feel the depth of their love.

"Arre yaar, chalo! Baahar sab wait kar ra...," Shubman blurts out, walking into the room and unintentionally interrupting them. Abhishek and Ishita quickly pull apart, startled, as Shubman and Ishan stare at them, grinning.