Love At First Sight.

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It's been three months or to say 12 weeks of pregnancy marking the first trimester. This period wasn't easy at all for the couple. Though, Shivaay had a hard time bearing her mood swings, taking care of her morning sickness, he felt blessed for it. Being beside his wife at the time of her pregnancy was something he always dreamt of. 

A chirpy morning in Oberoi mansion, Shivaay smiled as Anika cocooned herself in his arms, snuggling into his warmth. He smiled and dropped a kiss on her forehead, threading his fingers through her hair.

Anika woke up with a jerk and clasped her hand to her mouth, dooming into the washroom. He sighed as he deciphered what was happening around.

Pulling off the comforter, He walked into the washroom, behind her. Brushing her hair to the back, he held the back of her head as she started throwing up her lungs out.

As she finished, He turned her towards him and soaked the towel in warm water. Cleaning her face with the towel, He turned on the tap which drained away the residue.

Picking her up in his arms, he kissed her forehead as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"Are you okay, now?" Shivaay asked, caressing her face as he laid her down on the bed.

"Yea, Billuji. I'm fine." she assured, kissing his knuckles, breathing unevenly. Brushing her hair, he pulled it up in a messy bun and wiped the sweat off her face.

"Just sit here, I'll go and get some warm milk for you." He uttered, pecking her hairline and she nodded, calmly.

Giving a slight nod, he sprinted downstairs not giving damn that he was only his sweatpants.

"Why the hell you people are in the kitchen. Out now!" Shivaay ordered, yelling at the servants. Nodding in fear, the servants walked away, crisply.

"Shivaay, it's okay." Om entered the kitchen with an empty glass.

"No Om, I already ordered them not to enter the kitchen. I'll prepare everything from now on. Why can't they understand." Shivaay reasoned, boiling the milk.

"Chill man." Om uttered, patting his shoulder. Shivaay sighed and poured the milk in a glass, adding some preservatives to it.

"How's is Anika?" Om asked and shivaay nodded mumbling a fine. Shivaay entered the room in found her sleeping, curling herself in a ball.

"Anika." He whispered softly, brushing her hair, she hummed in response as she felt his touch and tried sitting up straight.

Bringing the warm milk to her lips, He helped her gulp down the content, caressing her hair, tenderly. Wiping her lips with his thumb, He sat beside her, embracing her.

"Still drowsy?" He asked her as she snuggled into him.

"No, I'm okay. I'll just fresh up and come." She chided, rushing into the washroom and he sighed. Grabbing her clothes from the wardrobe, he laid it down for her.