The Unwanted Royal Marriage

64. This walk is non-negotiable.

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Adhyay's pov

I woke up to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Meera was still asleep beside me, her breathing calm and steady. I couldn't help but watch her for a moment—she was three months into her pregnancy now, and every day I saw her becoming more beautiful in ways I never thought possible. I couldn't imagine my life without her and the little ones growing inside her.

The support from my family was a constant, unwavering presence. Kabeer, with his morning walks, then his endless milk marathons to keep Meera hydrated. Maa sa and Kaki sa were always on top of her diet, making sure she ate the right things, while Baba sa took over the lunch preparations, making sure she didn't miss any of the nutrients. Kaka sa, with his endless creativity, would bake her oat cookies, and Saira ensured she had a nutritious juice ready every morning. Dev, ever the playful one, made sure Ruhaan was kept entertained while I focused on Meera. Dadi sa, with her wisdom, told Meera all the little things she needed to know, while Devi kept her company with light-hearted conversations.

And then there was me. What did I do? I suppose I was just there—there for her when she needed someone to lean on, but I couldn't help feeling like I was doing the least.

Ruhaan and I took care of her feet, massaging them gently when they got sore from the strain of pregnancy. Dhruv, on the other hand, spoiled her with little treats, always bringing her something new. There was no shortage of love and care around her, and yet, no matter how much we did, there was a part of me that wanted to take away her discomfort completely.

I glanced at her serene face now, watching her sleep. But as if on cue, her eyes fluttered open, and I watched her cover her mouth as she suddenly shot out of bed, rushing to the bathroom.

"Hey Bhagwan, Meera!" I exclaimed, already rushing after her.
["Oh God, Meera!"]

I found her there, kneeling by the toilet, the familiar signs of morning sickness taking their toll. My heart tightened as I knelt beside her, gently patting her back, wishing I could do more. This had become our routine. Every morning, the same thing. She'd wake up, and no matter how much she tried to fight it, the nausea would get the best of her.

"Meera... araam se," I said softly, my hand resting on her back, feeling her tense body relax just a bit.
["Meera... take it easy."]

Her face was pale, and she leaned against me, trying to catch her breath. It killed me to see her like this, but I knew it would pass. I could feel her strength even when she was at her weakest, and I knew she would pull through—she always did.

When she finally sat back, I helped her up and wrapped my arms around her, keeping her close. "Are you okay?" I asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She nodded slowly, still pale but giving me a small, tired smile. "I'll be fine... it's just... every morning," she whispered, her voice still weak.

"Don't worry, love. I'll take care of you. We'll get through this together," I reassured her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.