RoshniJihu
"Hii, there I am zoya here." A girl waved her hand in front of the camera, wearing a pink coloured cotton top, with a blue jeans, her black brown wavy waist length hair scattered over her shoulder and forehead.
A beautiful and vibrant smile tucked on her rosy lips, a dimple on her left cheek. Her hazel eyes under her big black lashes. She was a brown girl, with an Indian accent.
"So I am pregnant, yes I am a mother to be." She placed her one hand on her stomach.
"It's true that I am just eighteen but , yup I am a mother to be."
She paused thinking something,
" I am recording it for you ,my little baby. Maine suna hai, teenage pregnancy me bohut complications hote hai, so in case main khuda na khasta swarg sidhar gayi, to aap ye dekh kar samjh jao ke mumma kitni strong thi."
She cheered looking at her baby bump. Just then a man entered the room.
He was wearing a white coat, with a stethoscope wrapped around his neck. His black eyes covered with a transparent specs,
" What are you doing zoe" he asked sitting in front of her.
"He is Dr. Vijay Arora, my doctor. Baby yeh Hume assist karenge jab tak aap bahar nahi aa jaate." She cheered,
"Achha to zoe documentry bana Rahi hai." A smiled tucked on his lips.
"Haa, aap bhi kuch bolo baby ko!"
He grinned , and then looked at the camera," Hii baby, yeh aapki mumma, bohut Masti karti hai, aur meri toh bilkul bhi nahi sunti."
She pouted at his words, making an angry face," kya vijju bhaiya? Mere hi baby se meri hi shikayat laga rahe ho!"
Vijay smiled " chalo ab baaki documentry kal banana, pranjal bula rahi hai, khana kha lo."
"Thik hai, mama ji." She mimicked a baby voice,"mumma aur main dono Jaa rahe hai."
She left laughing silently,
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