𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 | Preeran ✓

The new life | epilogue

➳ E P I L O G U E 
t

he new life. 

karan's pov.

― ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ―

"Preeta, my wifey, it's really cold out there. Wear some jacket or something, or you would die of this cold." I told Preeta Luthra, my wife, who was presently pouting in her little red dress, just because I'm not allowing her to wear her little red dress without a jacket.

"You always do this, Karan. You don't allow me to wear these short dresses, anymore! Before our marriage, you would allow me to wear and now—you've become some possessive stupid husband!" she cried out, throwing her arms in air.

"Preeta, don't you think it's a bit too much, for the past one week—we're staying here, you've been only wearing shorts or knee-length dungarees, Right? I'm just asking you to wear a jacket—"

"NO! I'm not wearing anything. Do whatever you want, Karan!" she told me and I gave up. She'll realize if we went out.

"Fine, you wish. Now wear your foot wear and we'll leave." I told, putting on my shoes and she her red plump or pumps, whatever it is.

We both are presently in Spain for a project with Ingines and co's. These past few days, she's being too stubborn and cranky, getting all irritated and aggressive. Last night, she had almost managed to hit me with the knife, just because I had taken her chocolate ice-cream and ate. I wonder what's going on with her these days; she's been going through lot of mood swings. Is she . . . ? No, no, I don't think so.

I scrubbed away the thoughts and locked the door behind. I and Preeta sat in the car and the driver took us away to the conference hall. It's ten minutes from the hotel we're staying in. I took a peek at Preeta to see her features had become little soft and less aggressive and agitated.

We both got down from the car and moved towards the conference hall. As we both went and greeted everyone there and settled down, Preeta's face looked flushed and uncomfortable. The face looked like she was about to puke. Preeta looked at me with the worried eyes and I gave her a reassuring nod. She excused herself and moved towards the washroom and I, sighed deeply.

"Excuse her, Mr. Thompson—she's a little bit sick." I told the head and he gave me a slight sly, but playful smile.

"I get it, Mr. Luthra, ah, young love. Hope she's going to be fine." He told me and I gaped. He thought she's pregnant? Like seriously?

"No, no, it's not—" before I could finish, Preeta's pumps sound made us avert our gaze.

"I'm sorry, everyone. We could continue our conference." She said, rather weakly but it was enough to sit firm on our seats. She came and sat beside me, chugging down a glass of water, wiping with a tissue. I continued to stare at her – whereas she was looking at the power-point presentation.

"I'm fine, Karan." She firmly told me, still looking at the presentation and I rolled my eyes.

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"It's the second time you're puking, Preeta. Let's go to hospital. Something's wrong with you." I told her as she came out of the washroom, after puking her guts out. Once again, she chugged down some water and looked at me with her weak eyes.

"I'm fine, Karan. It's just the aloo Paratha and beans I ate in the morning, made me nauseous and sick. You know, how sometimes baked beans irritate my digestive track. I'm fine now, Karan." She told me, interlacing her fingers with mine. Without any consent, I gave in. I nodded my eyes and she gave me a smile.

"I hope you're fine, my doll. What do you want to eat, now?" I asked, as I got up from the bed.

"I-I'm not in the mood, now. I'll just have watermelon juice. And order something for you. I'll eat tomorrow." She told me and I gave her a curt nod.

"Fine," I moved to the phone and called the restaurant. I ordered watermelon juice and garlic bread with little dip for me and Preeta.

After a while, our order came – we both decided to watch some films. And we both choose exactly the same – iron man 3. After all this time, we're team stark. She was so enthusiastic to watch Iron man and Rhodey together. It was nice to see her like this, all cheery and happy – not the one in the morning, who was all cranky and weak.

She fell asleep as soon as the end credits and I put the plates and glasses outside our room and went into washroom.

While I washing my hands, I noticed something in the holder – something like thermometer and something white and pink color in between. And it was pregnancy test. And who the hell put it here – wait! I took the pregnancy test in my hands and watched it keenly. There were two pink lines in between.

Positive.

― ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ―

➳ a u t h o r s  n o t e 

kalachasmas. 

THE END. 

hey, people! 'left behind' is officially finished. thank you so much for 7.60 k reads on this book! you guys have no idea how much y'all mean to me! how much your comments made my day on my bad days! this book helped me through my writer's block and depression. after a lot of disastrers, i finished this book. you all thought me so much and i've learned so much from you and this book. there are many people i want to mention, but that will be less. you guys deserve this whole fucking worlds, alright? this book is really close to my heart and i never imagined i would see a fucking 7k on here. thank you so much for making me love, hate and pity my characters. karan and preeta will forever be my favorite, no matter what. i hope you guys continue to support me like this, no matter what and . . . i love you all, 3000. and i mean it -- each and every letter of it. thank you so much! gratitude. 

signing off, yours truly, lovely and monsterous, cliff-hanger author, 

jafreen.