𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"84. The Sweetness of Us"

"Aaj phir maine use itni kareebi se dekha
Aur phir mujhe ehsaas hua,
Itna pyaar toh mujhme shayad kabhi tha bhi nahi
Jitna main is ek shaqs se kar baitha hu."

-Vaidehi
(Fictionflare_)

Rudraksh gently brought Ruhanika back home, noticing how peacefully she had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. Cradling her carefully in his arms, he carried her inside and laid her down on the bed with utmost care. As he looked at her tired little face, his heart softened, she looked so serene, yet clearly worn out from the long day.

Rudraksh: "Hayy rabba, kitna thaka lag raha hai mera Betu aur Chutku Betu, inhe kis Dil se uthau main?? Bilkul nahi"
(Oh God, my Sweetheart and little little Sweetheart look so tired... how can I even think of waking them up? Absolutely not.)

Rudraksh walked over to the closet and changed into a comfortable vest and sweatpants. He then picked out one of his soft shirts. Returning to Ruhanika's side, he gently sat down beside her. With careful hands, he removed all her jewelry, her earrings, bangles, and the delicate necklace she had worn. Once she was free of the accessories, he tenderly lifted her into his arms, holding her close with a protective warmth. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, resting her head against his chest, trusting him even in sleep.

Rudraksh: "Betu, please thoda sa uth jao, yahi kapde badal lo"
(Sweetheart, please get up just a little, let's change your clothes.)

Ruhanika: "Umm hum thake hai Aksh"
(Umm, I'm really tired, Aksh.)

Rudraksh: "Okay toh main kapde badal du??"
(Okay then, shall I change your clothes?)

Ruhanika: "Hmmm"

Then, with utmost care, Rudraksh helped Ruhanika change into his shirt. Though she was half-asleep, murmuring softly in her drowsiness, he managed gently, making sure she was comfortable throughout. His hands moved tenderly, never rushing, and all the while, his eyes remained fixed on her face, watching every expression, every sleepy sigh with love and devotion. Once she was settled in, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then gently on her stomach, his heart brimming with affection and an unspoken promise to always protect and cherish her.

Rudraksh: "Good night betu, good night chutku betu."
(Good night, Sweetheart. Good night, little Sweetheart.)

He settled beside her and she immediately hugged him. Then she nestled against him, a calm warmth surrounded them both. With the steady rhythm of each other's heartbeat, they drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in the comfort of being close.

The next morning, Ruhanika stirred awake before Rudraksh, blinking slowly as her eyes adjusted. A tender smile formed on her lips when she realized she was wearing his shirt, its familiar scent wrapping around her like a hug. Rudraksh lay peacefully, his head resting on her chest like a child seeking comfort, his arms securely wrapped around her stomach as if protecting both her and the life growing within.

She gently brushed away a few messy strands of hair from his face, her fingers moving with affection. Her gaze lingered on him, admiring the peaceful innocence in his expression. Slowly, her fingers slid into his hair, softly caressing, as if memorizing every touch. Her other hand moved instinctively to rest on her stomach, her heart full, cradling both the man she loved and the baby they were about to welcome into their world.

Ruhanika: "Nanha baby, aap jante hai aapke papa chahte hai aap ladki ho, aur hum kehte hai ki ladka bhi ho sakta hai.. par hum bhi chahte hai ki aap ladki ho nanhe baby, kyuki us din aapke papa bahaut khush honge, bahaut kum aise pita hote hai jinhe beti chahiye aur aapke papa vaise hi hai nanhe baby, Aksh aapko sar aakhon pe bitha ke rakhenge, aur humare liye vo din kisi tyohar se kum nahi hoga'
(Little baby, you know your papa wishes for you to be a girl, and I always say it could be a boy too. But honestly, I also wish for you to be a girl, because that day your papa will be so happy. There are very few fathers who wish for a daughter, and your papa is one of them, little baby. He will cherish you like a princess, and for me, that day will be no less than a festival.)