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SAMARTH & ISHIKA’S STORY.

Why didn’t anyone warn me that being pregnant would be this much of a rollercoaster? I mean—four months in and my body has changed in ways I didn’t even know were possible. The bump is now clearly visible around my lower belly, like a sweet little curve announcing to the world: hey, there are babies cooking in here.

Yes, babies. Plural. Two humans. I’m having twins.

I still can’t wrap my head around it, to be honest. You should’ve seen Avivansh’s face when we found out—he looked like someone just told him he’d have to fight a lion with his bare hands. Like… sir, you contributed to this. It's your doing too..Don’t look so shocked.

The morning sickness? Brutal. The fatigue? Next-level. The constipation, backaches, weird cravings, and don’t even get me started on the mood swings. I cried last night because I dropped a spoon. A spoon. And also because my sweet, paranoid husband made ice cream from scratch at home just because he didn’t trust the hygiene of outside places. And I cried because it tasted so good.

Right now, I’m standing in front of the mirror, holding a saree in my hand like a confused squirrel. I’ve been holding it for twenty minutes, completely forgetting I have to wear it and go downstairs. Today’s Yuvan’s mehndi—can you believe that? My brother-in-law is getting married. Kirtee and Ishaan tied the knot recently, Samarth bhaiya and Ishika just two months ago, and now Yuvan.

So many weddings.

I gently placed a hand on my bump, grazing my fingers over it. A soft breath left my lips. I’m terrified of labor—like, absolutely terrified—but the thought of holding them, seeing their tiny faces, feeling them breathe against my chest… it makes the fear worth it.

Will they look like a mix of me and Vansh? Will it be a boy and girl? Two girls? Two boys? I just want to meet them already. I’m going to be a mother. The thought makes my eyes sting again.

Ugh. These stupid mood swings.

And then I heard his voice.

“Aana,” he called out gently.

I turned and there he stood, in a shimmering olive green kurta, looking like he just stepped out of a dream. How does he keep getting more and more attractive with every passing day? It’s unfair. Honestly.

Stupid hormones.

Urghhhh! I am barely holding urge grab him and kiss all over his face. And than too his lips untill we ran out of breath. I wanna do things to him.

Stop it Avni you are being a pervert for your own husband.

“baby,” his voice was soft, deep, like velvet brushing against my skin.