"You said you don't hate me. So, can't we start a new chapter?" she said trembling, her eyes filled with hope.
He laughed loudly. "Aliya Emdad are you a stupid or just pretending to be. Listen to me carefully. Yes I don't hate you. Actually I feel...
Hello my precious readers! I'm sorry Again for being this late. But I believe you will forgive me after reading this heartfelt chapter🤧💞.
Do comment on this. Because the journey of Aliya and Her Honey-brown-eyed man ends today🤧😭.
I'm too emotional right now.
Anyways Happy Reading.
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Two months Later
"Tahuuu."
"Yes, love? Do you need anything?" I rushed in from the kitchen, the apron still tied around my waist.
Aliya sat on the couch, her expression twisted in frustration as she pushed a plate of sandwiches toward me. "I won't eat it. It's so tasteless," she grumbled.
I glanced at the plate...her favorite sandwiches, the ones she used to devour without a second thought. But now? She barely ate anything.
Lately, food had lost its appeal to her. Most dishes ended up untouched, and throwing up had practically become a part of her daily routine.
My poor little rabbit. Pregnancy was hitting her hard, leaving her weaker with each passing day.. physically exhausted, emotionally drained. And I was getting more worried by the minute.
But the doctor had reassured me it was normal, especially in the first few months. "She might feel emotionally vulnerable, even unloved at times," the doctor had said. "This is when she needs you the most."
So I made a silent vow...to be the most patient version of myself, to care for her every need, to make sure she never felt alone in this.
"Okay, tell me what you'd like to eat, little rabbit. I'll make it for you," I murmured, running a gentle hand over her head.
Aliya sighed, frustration flickering in her tired eyes. "I don't know... I just.."
Before she could finish, she bolted from the couch, rushing to the bathroom. Without a second thought, I followed.
Ahh, my girl.
I knelt beside her as she emptied her stomach into the toilet, her small frame trembling. Without a word, I gathered her long hair into a bun, rubbing slow circles on her back.
"It will pass, love," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "I've got you."
Once she was done, I helped her to her feet as she rinsed her face and mouth at the basin.
"I look like a mess," she murmured, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"No, love. You're just tired. You should look into my eyes instead of that mirror. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And I don't care if you look messy...you're mine anyway." I wrapped my arms around her from behind, pulling her into a gentle back hug.
