Meera's pov
Today was my appointment with the gynecologist,I was 6 weeks into pregnancy and even though I had been through this during Ruhaan's pregnancy, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. But with Adhyay by my side, it felt manageable. I decided to skip my usual formal attire, opting for a comfortable dress instead.
The day began with the usual strict routine-morning walk with Kabeer, followed by a healthy breakfast supervised by Kaki sa.
"Achhe se jaana bacho!" Kaki sa said with a fond smile as we prepared to leave.
"Haan, aur Adhyay, dheere drive karna," Maa sa added, her tone strict but filled with love.
Adhyay gave a quick nod and helped me into the car before we headed for the hospital.
When we reached the hospital, the nerves set in again. We sat outside the doctor's cabin, my hand firmly held in Adhyay's warm grasp. His nervousness was evident-he tapped his foot repeatedly, glancing at me every few seconds.
"Relax," I said softly, squeezing his hand. "It's just a checkup."
He exhaled, but the tension on his face didn't ease.
The receptionist soon called out my name. As we approached her desk, I noticed she looked like she wasn't from Rajasthan. She glanced at us, her expression faintly disapproving, and muttered under her breath in Marathi.
"Kay ya ajkal chya muli!"
[What girls these days!]
I caught her tone immediately.
"Kay jhala ajkal chya mullinna, Kaku?" I asked, raising my eyebrow.
[What happened to the girls these days, Aunty?]
She blinked, surprised. "Marathi?"
I nodded.
"Pregnant ahes n?" she asked bluntly.
[You're pregnant?]
"Ho," I replied with a small smile.
Adhyay looked confused, glancing between us.
"Toh aise bhagna nahi!" she said sternly.
[Then don't run like that!]
I nodded sheepishly, glancing at Adhyay, who gave me his infamous 'I told you so' look.
"Sorry," I mumbled, embarrassed.
"Go check your weight," she instructed, pointing to the weighing scale nearby.
I took off my shoes and stepped onto the machine. "Seventy-eight kilos," I announced.
Adhyay's gaze flicked over me, and I could feel his eyes assessing me-not critically, but with concern.
"Heels pehenna band kardo!" the receptionist added strictly.
[Stop wearing heels!]
I nodded again, though my mind wandered back to my time in Canada. I had practically lived in heels during Ruhaan's pregnancy.
"Kya kya khati ho?" she asked next.
[What do you eat?]
"Dimag bohot khati hai," Adhyay quipped with a playful grin.
I nudged him hard, and he let out a dramatic hiss.
"Arey arey, aise nahi marna!" the receptionist scolded, shaking her head.
[Hey, don't hit him like that!]
Adhyay smirked victoriously, and I rolled my eyes.
"Aam aur papita mat khana," she continued firmly. "Aur zyada coffee bhi nahi. Din bhar mein kam se kam aath ghante ki neend zaroori hai."
[Don't eat mangoes or papayas. And no excessive coffee. You must sleep at least eight hours a day.]
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The Unwanted Royal Marriage
RomanceThis story concerns a highly esteemed royal family residing in Udaipur, Rajasthan. The unwanted marriage of the to-be-crowned king of Rajasthan. The king of Rajasthan was unwillingly betrothed as part of his duty to provide a Queen for his kingdom. ...
