Sarpanch's Biwi • 18+ [Completed✓]

30 || Four months later

Nanha sa gul khilega angna
Sooni bainyaan sajegi sajna
Jaise khele chanda baadal mein
Khelega vo tere aanchal mein
Chandaniya gungunayegi
Chandaniya gungunayegi
Tabhi to chanchal hain tere naina, dekho naa...

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Four months later.

The sun rose gently over the village, casting a golden hue across the fields that stretched like an endless canvas of green and gold.

Dew glistened on the leaves, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming marigolds.

Inside their traditional home, Priya sat by the window, her fingers tracing the delicate fabric of her saree, her heart fluttering with joy and anticipation.

Four months had passed since the day that changed everything—a day when her world spun on a different axis.

Priya closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift back to that moment.

It was a warm afternoon, the kind that wrapped around her like a comforting embrace.

She had fainted that noon suddenly while working in the kitchen along with. Nupur.

Nupur had informed Abhisar who immediately called Dai-maa to check her. Abhigyan reached too.

The old dai-maa had arrived.

“Badi bahu.”

“Priya,” the dai-maa had said, her eyes twinkling like the stars that graced the night sky.

“Badi bahu maa banne wali hai.”

“She is going to be a mother.”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, time itself seemed to pause. Priya had gasped, a hand instinctively flying to her mouth, her heart racing.

Abhigyan, who had been pacing nervously, turned to her, his expression of disbelief and elation.

When their eyes met, a shared understanding sparked between them, igniting a joy that surged through the room.

“Sach?”

“Really?” Abhigyan had asked, his voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the magic of the moment.

Dai-maa nodded, her smile wide and reassuring.

That night, as they lay beneath the blanket of stars, Abhigyan had held her close, his heart full of hopes and dreams for their child.

Yet, amidst the excitement, a shadow lingered in his eyes—a reminder of their past loss.

Priya recalled how he had brushed his fingers over her belly, as if sensing the life that was just beginning, yet she could feel his tension.

The memory of her previous miscarriage still haunted them both, an uninvited ghost in their happiness.

Now, as she sat there, cradling her growing belly, Priya could feel the small fluttering movements of their baby.

She smiled softly, the worry that had once etched lines of concern on her husband’s brow now replaced with a more profound determination to protect her.

Abhigyan had become her pillar, ensuring she was always comfortable, attending to her every need with a tenderness that deepened their bond.

Abhisar and Nupur, her brother-in-law and sister-in-law, had stepped in to help as well, treating her like a queen in this delicate phase of her life. Nupur often arrived with baskets of fresh fruits, insisting Priya eat well for the baby's sake.