❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞
In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking m...
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| Six Months Later Malhotra Mansion Delhi
Author's PoV
It was night. The quiet kind, the one that settled deep into the bones of the city.
Almost four in the morning.
Delhi slept outside, streetlights glowing dim, traffic finally giving up. Inside the Malhotra home, the air was heavy with anticipation, the kind that lingered when a house knew something was about to change forever.
Aary slept beside Roop, or at least tried to.
One arm was stretched over her, his palm resting protectively on her belly, as if it could alone keep their baby safe inside for a little longer. Even in sleep, his brows were slightly furrowed, his breathing uneven.
Roop lay awake.
Her body felt different tonight. Heavier. Tighter. She looked at her another side. Yug sleeping soundly, clutching her arm. A smile made its way on her lips as she slowly untangled his hands from around her arm.
With a little mumbling, he shifted to the other side. Sleeping soundly again.
She shifted slightly, a soft wince escaping her lips as a dull ache rolled through her lower back.
Aary’s eyes flew open instantly.
“Precious?” he whispered, panic already creeping into his voice. But his voice stayed low, not to wake up Yug, “Is it-? Are you-? Is baby-?”
She turned her head toward him, placing a gentle hand on his cheek. “Relax, Aary,” she murmured, with a chuckle. “It’s okay. I just need to use the washroom.”
He didn’t look convinced.
“Are you sure?” he asked, already sitting up, heartbeat racing. “Because you moved, and when you move like that-”
“Aary,” she said softly, resisting an eye roll, amused despite the discomfort she felt. “I promise. Washroom. That’s it.”
He exhaled shakily and nodded, immediately getting off the bed. “Okay. Okay. Chalo.” (Let's go.)
Roop blinked up at him, half-awake, eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Kahaan chalo?” she asked, still trying to sit up properly. (Let's go where?)
Now it was Aary’s turn to frown. He looked at her like the answer was obvious, his voice soft but nervous. “Washroom jaana hai na?” (You need to go to the Washroom, right?)
For a second, Roop just stared at him. Then she sighed and rolled her eyes, carefully pushing herself up from the bed, one hand instinctively going to her belly. “Main jaa sakti hoon, Aary,” she said gently, though there was a tiredness in her tone. (I can go by myself, Aary)
