Prem-Leela Series Book- 01
(Art of seduction)
𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚)
"Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered.
I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces a...
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The ninth month. The month we had all been waiting for.
It was supposed to be exciting. It was supposed to be the time when we prepared to welcome our twins into this world. And yet, all I felt was fear.
Not for myself, but for Siya.
She had spent the last few weeks terrified of the delivery. I had caught her watching labor videos on YouTube, each one making her even more nervous. I scolded her for watching such videos, and that's a different thing that she made out of the room, neither I knocked twice. I chose to leave her alone to have a piece of mind, But she was one who came towards me, and apologized. She didn't say much, but I could see it in her eyes, the fear of the unknown.
She wanted a safe, healthy delivery. We all did. This last month has been tough. There were nights when she would wake up, clutching her stomach from the unbearable gas pains. Some nights, she couldn't even move from the bed to the couch. I would be up with her, helping her sit, rubbing her back, giving her warm water, doing anything I could to ease her discomfort.
And now, we are in the final week.
The doctor had given us a date to admit her one day before delivery to make sure everything went smoothly. Maa-sa had helped us pack all the maternity essentials; clothes, baby blankets, hospital papers. Everything was ready.
Or so we thought.
It was a quiet afternoon.
I had taken leave from work to stay with Siya. Naturally I was sitting in the living room, scrolling through my tablet after lunch. And Siya was still with Ishita. I chose to work from home.
A jiffy later, Siya walked toward me slowly, dressed in a simple ghagra and blouse, her dupatta neatly covering her front, head also covered but without pin. Her face was void of any makeup. Just parted hair with braided hair. She had already eaten lunch, and as usual, she didn't say a word.
I didn't need to ask what she wanted. She just wanted to rest her head on my chest and take a nap. I shifted, making space for her, and without saying anything, she curled up against me, letting out a soft sigh as she settled in. I patted her head, shaking my head. This has become a daily habit. I let her rest, returning my attention to my tablet. But within a few minutes, something felt off.
Siya was moving too much.
At first, I ignored it, thinking she was trying to get comfortable. But then she clutched her stomach, digging her fingers into the fabric of her ghagra.
"Umm," A soft whimper escaped her lips. I frowned and put my tablet aside.
"What happened, Siya?" No response. Her forehead pressed against my chest, her breathing was getting uneven. I felt my stomach tighten.
