Anaya’s POV
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. I stirred slightly, feeling the warmth of the blanket and the faint scent of Maan’s cologne lingering in the air. A peaceful silence surrounded me, except for the sound of Maan’s steady breathing .
As my eyes fluttered open, I noticed him sitting by the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes held a tenderness that made my heart skip a beat.
“Maan…” I murmured, my voice heavy with sleep.
He chuckled softly, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. Gently, he pulled the blanket down, his hand caressing my cheek. His touch was warm, comforting.
“When did I get this lucky, Anaya?” he whispered, his voice filled with awe. “To have you in my life, to call you mine… I must have done something right in my past life.”
I looked up at him, my heart swelling with love. His words held so much sincerity that I couldn’t help but smile. “Maan, you make me feel so loved… so cherished.”
“That’s because you are, Anaya,” he replied, his thumb tracing small circles on my cheek. “You and our baby mean everything to me. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, and he leaned in, kissing it away. “No tears,” he murmured. “Only smiles from now on, okay?”
I nodded, pulling him into a hug. His arms wrapped around me securely, and I felt a sense of safety I had never known before.
As the day went on, Maan’s excitement about the baby became more evident. He couldn’t stop talking about the nursery, the names he had in mind, and all the things he wanted to do as a father.
Later that evening, as we sat on the couch, Meera brought us tea. She smiled warmly, watching Maan fuss over me.
“Maan,” I teased, placing a hand on his arm, “stop acting like I’m made of glass. I’m perfectly fine.”
“You’re carrying my child, Anaya,” he said, his tone serious but playful. “I’m allowed to fuss over you. It’s my right as your husband.”
Meera laughed, shaking her head. “You two are adorable. I’ll leave you to your tea.”
As Meera left the room, Maan turned to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Speaking of rights as your husband…”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What now?”
“I think I deserve a kiss,” he said, leaning closer.
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide my smile. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re irresistible,” he countered, closing the distance between us.
The kiss was soft, sweet, and full of love. When we pulled apart, I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling content.
“Maan,” I whispered, “thank you for everything. For loving me the way you do.”
He tilted my chin up, his eyes locking with mine. “I should be the one thanking you, Anaya. You’ve given me a reason to believe in happiness again.”
As the night fell, we lay in bed, wrapped in each other’s arms. Just before I drifted off to sleep, I felt his hand gently caressing my cheek.
“I’ll take care of you and our baby, Anaya,” he whispered, his voice full of promise. “You’re my everything.”
A few weeks later…
Maan had transformed the guest room into a nursery, painting it a soothing mint green just like he had envisioned. He spent hours assembling the crib and arranging the little toys and decorations.
“Do you like it?” he asked me one evening, his face lighting up with anticipation as he showed me the finished room.
I stepped inside, taking in the soft colors and cozy atmosphere. Tears filled my eyes as I turned to him. “It’s perfect, Maan. You’ve thought of everything.”
He grinned, pulling me into his arms. “Only the best for you and our baby.”
As the days turned into weeks, we settled into our new routine. Maan never let a moment pass without reminding me how much he loved me, and Meera became an integral part of our little family.
One evening, as I caught him staring at me again, I couldn’t help but smile. “Maan, stop staring at me.”
He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “I’m staring at my wife, who’s solely mine. Do you have a problem with that, Mrs. Anaya Abhimaan Singhania?”
I shook my head, laughing softly. “No, Mr. Singhania. I don’t have a problem at all.”
In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, I knew I had found my forever home.
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