𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘬𝘢-𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫-1

Iss Jagah Aa Gaye Chahtein Ab Meri
Chheen Lunga Tumhe Saari Duniya Se Hi
Tere Ishq Pe Haan Haq Mera Hi To Hai
Keh Diya Hai Ye Maine Mere Rab Se Bhi
Jis Rashte Tu Na Mile
Uspe Na Ho Mere Kadam

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KASIKA' POV

8 months later...

I'm sitting in my chamber, feeling angry with my husband. He won't let me go to Devar-sa's wedding, and it's really upsetting me.

Someone back hugged me, and immediately I knew who it was - my so-called husband.

I could feel his muscular arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace. There was a familiar scent that accompanied him, a scent of masculinity and strength that was distinctly his. The scent that I'm addicted too.

I rolled my eyes slightly, still annoyed with his earlier decision to restrict me from attending the wedding function. "What do you want?" I asked, my tone still rude because I'm mad at him remember.

His deep, masculine voice rumbled in my ear, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Aap ab bhi gussa hai, meri titli?"

yes, I was still angry with him, but his presence and the sound of him calling me 'titli'...it was making it hard to stay mad.

He turned me around so we were now facing each other, his hands on my shoulders, keeping me close.

I said " aap hamko jaane nahi de rahe iss liye"

His voice, softer now but no less commanding, filled with a mix of care and possessiveness. "Haa, aapko jaane nhi de rahe ham iss liye," he confirmed.

Then he kissed my forehead, a gesture of both love and control. His words continued, filled with concern and certainty. "Ham jante hai aapka Mann hai par phir bhi apko abhi aaram karna chahiye."

He placed his large hands gently on my swollen belly, the gesture filled with tenderness and protectiveness. His touch was a silent promise to our unborn child.

He spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of endearment and caution. "Haa, hamri nanhi Jaan ko aaram ki zaroorat hai," he affirmed, his words a reminder of the significance of my rest and relaxation during this delicate time.

Did I forget to mention that I'm pregnant? Well, my husband wasn't lying when he said we'd have an heir soon... it's almost time!

I said "but I want to enjoy the devar-sa wedding"

He continued to gently stroke my belly, his touch both soothing and possessive. "I know, titli," he responded, his voice sympathetic but resolute. "But you need to think about our unborn child. You must rest and take care of yourself."

His expression was a mix of compassion and firmness, and I could tell he was not going to budge on this matter. His priority was my health and the health of our baby.

As my husband's hand remained on my belly, I spoke to my unborn child, my voice softer and tinged with both resignation and mild annoyance.

"beta, your baba-sa is too stubborn and controlling," I lamented, my eyes meeting my husband's briefly before returning to my swollen belly.

He knew I was still upset about his decision, but his expression did not waver, his determination to prioritize our family's well-being unwavering.

A gasp escaped me as I felt his hand on my nipple, the unexpected touch sending a jolt of heat through me. Instantly, my body responded to him, my breath hitching and my heart racing.