The Unwanted Royal Marriage

75.Church?

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As The Unwanted Royal Marriage (TURM) nears its epic conclusion, let's dive into today's question:

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Adhyay's Pov

I woke up as the warm rays of the sun fell on my face. Instinctively, I reached out to the other side of the bed, patting it gently. But it was empty.

In an instant, panic surged through me, and I shot upright. My heart raced as my eyes darted around the room.

"Meera! ... Meera!" I called out, my voice trembling slightly.

Getting down from the bed, I walked to the washroom and knocked on the door.

"Meera~~" I called softly, leaning against the door.

I chuckled to myself, realizing how ridiculous I might seem.

"Meera, if you're inside, just say something, jaan!" I said, my tone gentle. But when I leaned forward, the door creaked open, revealing an empty washroom.

I stood there, scratching my head in confusion. Was this all just a dream?

A sinking feeling crept over me as I thought about it. Was I dreaming the whole time? Is Meera not back? Is she gone? Was she never pregnant? Was it all just a figment of my imagination? Am I alone again?

My heart clenched painfully at the thought.

"Baba!!"

I turned abruptly at the sound of Ruhaan's voice. He ran into the room with boundless energy, his little face glowing with excitement.

I sighed in relief, smiling as the heaviness in my chest began to lift.

"Ruhaan!" I said, scooping him up in my arms.

"Baba, come down fast! We're all waiting for you!" he exclaimed.

"Kyu, baccha? Kya ho raha hai neeche?" (Why, kiddo? What's going on downstairs?) I asked curiously.

"Pata nahi, Baba sa, par chaliye jaldi! Sab aapki pratiksha kar rahe hain! Chaliye, ab vakt vyarthith mat kijiye!" (I don't know, Baba sa, but come quickly! Everyone is waiting for you! Don't waste time now!) he said, jumping out of my arms and running toward the door.

I blinked in shock, trying to process his words. "Pratidnya? Vakt? Vyarthith?" (Wait? Time? Wasted?) This kid is truly taking after his mother! Where is he learning such pure Hindi?

A chuckle escaped me as I shook my head in disbelief.

But then it hit me—Meera neeche hogi. (Meera must be downstairs.)

The thought brought a sense of calm, and I quickly freshened up. A short shower later, I was ready. Today wasn't just any day—it was our anniversary.

And I had something special planned for my Meera.

I wore my simple white kurta-pajama, straightened the sleeves, and descended the stairs.