His sukoon : His junoon

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"She is really pregnant!!" Rudransh couldn't believe his ears, his stood still as he saw both mother and daughter holding hands and crying rivers of tears. Isha's gaze was fixed on him. 

 They noticed them standing their like statue. Jahnvi smiled and held her mothers hand. They both decided to give them space and walked out giggling over whether it's a babyboy or babygirl.

Isha felt nervous when Rudransh was not even moving. She walked to him slowly and stood infront of him. His gaze was on her but it felt distant. Worry filled in the pit of her stomach. Was he not ready?

Did he not want a child so soon? Her palms sweated and her eyes began to become moist. She lifted her hand and poked him a little. "Ansh,? Rudra?" He didn't respond to any of his nickname. 

Her nose started tingling meaning she could burst in tear anytime. Her breath fastened. "A-are u not ready?" Her eyes widen in panic when she suddenly felt him not even breathing. Holding his shoulder she shook him a little.

"Ansh breathe, what's wrong!! Ansh, please breathe" She rubbed his chest and he finally took in a deep breath. His eyes fell on her and his brows furrowed, Isha's eyes widen when he leaned down to hug her tightly.

Her feet dangled in air as he lifted her in his arm, he buried his face in the crook of her neck taking in a deep breath and walked to the couch. 

He sat on the couch with her on his lap. She kept quiet letting him collect himself first. After few minutes she felt him littering her neck with pecks here and there. His arm was protectively wrapped around her waist and stomach.

"I love you soo much" He muttered as he continued to litter her neck with kisses. "I love you really" He spoke as if wanting her to engrave these words and never forget.

"Thank you so much, amore"

Isha's eyes filled with tears as she began threading her fingers through his hair. Her arm wrapped around him tightly as she let her tears free. She sobbed nuzzling in his hair. His lifted his head hugged her close to his heart.

"I thought y-you were not ready." She could finally let herself relax. His kissed her forehead. "You give me something and I won't like it, that probably never gonna happen in this life" She smiled through tears at his words.

Her face flushed in both shyness and because of crying. His wiped her tears while she sniffed. "Why is it that you always make me so happy, Isha?" He asked as he looked into her eyes. 

His rims were red as his dark eyes searched her eyes. "I love you so fucking much, amore" These words of his never failed to make her flustered. His lips found hers as he kissed her ever so softly like any more harshness and she would break.

His palms traveled inside the shirt which she was wearing. His shirt. He caressed her stomach and nipped on her neck. "I love you" He continued murmuring as he showered her with all the love.

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"I am gonna be the coolest uncle the baby will ever have!!" Ishaan hooted as he held his throat which was hoarse after shouting for so long. Who knew the cold and aloof introvert friend of his will get married one day and also will give him a niece or nephew soon.

"I am also gonna be the cutest uncle the baby will ever have!!" Vittoro was on alert from the start. His arms ready to catch him if he decided to fly right here and now.

"yeah you will be baby, but please get down from the couch you will fall" He ignored him and twirled around ruining his own balance and falling down. Vittoro caught him bridal style and Ishaan seemed like he didn't care  about what happened.