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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a...
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CHAHAT VOHRA
As I slowly emerged from my slumber, I realized that my midnight hunger had struck again. I opened my eyes to find myself sprawled across Aakarsh's chest, my body instinctively seeking comfort in his presence.
My gaze drifted to the clock, and I groaned inwardly at the ungodly hour - 2:00 AM. It seemed that our little bundle of joy had a knack for demanding food at the most inconvenient times.
As I carefully extricated myself from Aakarsh's embrace, my eyes lingered on his peaceful face. His features were relaxed, his eyelashes casting a gentle shadow on his cheeks. Even in sleep, he looked breathtakingly handsome.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of desire, but I knew that I had to prioritize our baby's needs over my own. Besides, Aakarsh was exhausted from the past few days' celebrations - Rishabh and Shubhangi's wedding had been a joyous but tiring affair.
And I was upset because, I couldn't have as much fun as I wanted because I am three months pregnant and even Shubhangi is one month pregnant.
Afterall, that's the way they chose to get her Father agreed on their marriage, because God knows for what reason he was just not ready to accept Rishabh as his son-in-law so both of them decided to make him a Grandfather.
But I don't feel alone like before now, even though I felt grateful for the love and happiness that surrounded me. And, of course, for the little life growing inside me, who was currently dictating my eating schedule.
I gently placed my hand on my stomach, gazing lovingly at my husband. "Look, baby, your Papa looks so adorable when he's sleeping," I whispered, "but because of your tantrums, we have to wake him up every day."
I pouted, looking at Aakarsh again. I knew I had to wake him up, not just because I needed his help, but also because my clumsiness in the kitchen would surely rouse him from his slumber. I tried calling him softly, "Arsh!"
However, he didn't stir, lost in a deep sleep. I gently patted his shoulder, shaking him slightly to rouse him. "Arsh, wake up, please," I coaxed.
But he still didn't respond. I spoke a little louder this time, "Arshhh!!" Startled, he woke up with a jump, looking around disoriented, as if he'd been dreaming about something.
