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"Mumma, I'm telling you, all men are useless!" I huffed, my frustration evident as I glared at the seemingly peaceful figure of my husband, sleeping as if nothing in the world bothered him.
"Of course he's not bothered. He's a king, after all! His job is to sleep all day," I grumbled, feeling a surge of annoyance at his serene expression.
"What did Ruhaan do this time, Meera?" Mumma's voice broke through my tirade, prompting a scoff from me.
"Mumma, what can I even say? That man? He fell asleep! He walked in from work and crashed straight onto the bed, out like a light!" I complained, shooting daggers at his sleeping form.
"What's wrong, sunshine? Who's on the call?" Papa's voice chimed in, his concern evident.
"It's your princess. She's complaining about Ruhaan," Mumma explained, and I could almost hear Papa's disapproval through the phone.
"Princess, what's wrong?" Papa's voice came through again, softer this time.
"Nothing, Papa. I'm probably just overreacting. I just don't feel that good," I admitted reluctantly.
"Where is that good-for-nothing husband of yours? Pass him the phone," Papa instructed sternly.
"He's sleeping, Papa," I replied, bracing myself for his reaction.
"Go and give the phone to that Kumbh Karan's najayaz aulad," Papa insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I sighed and made my way to Ruhaan's sleeping form, nudging him and shaking his shoulders until he blinked his gorgeous eyes open. "Boliye," he mumbled groggily.
"It's a call for you," I said, passing him my phone. With half an eye open and a small frown on his face, he took the phone, holding it to his ear with a lazy gesture. But within seconds, his expression changed, and he jolted upright in bed.
"Yes, uncle... No, uncle... Okay, uncle," he muttered into the phone, his voice suddenly businesslike and attentive.
I couldn't help but giggle at the sudden transformation.
"No, uncle, I'll make sure. No, you don't have to come here," Ruhaan muttered into the phone, his frustration evident as he clenched his hair tightly with his free hand, mentally berating himself.
As the call ended, he looked up and locked eyes with me. I couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the sudden shift in his demeanor.
Mendak abh sher mein badal raha hai.
I offered him a nervous smile, but he seemed to ignore it, his focus solely on me. "You aren't feeling well?" he asked, his tone a mixture of sternness and genuine concern.
"Yeah, really nauseous. I think my stomach might be upset," I admitted pouting.
He nodded with concern, his muscular frame stretching as he got off the bed and approached me, his towering height making me feel small in comparison.
"You should have told me," he said softly, his hand gently caressing my cheek, and I couldn't help but smile at his tenderness.
"You fell asleep, as soon as you came back home!" I complained softly.
"I'm sorry. I was tired but don't worry I'll make you feel alright," he said earnestly, his eyes softening as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, grateful for his unwavering support. "Thank you, Ruhaan," I murmured, leaning into his touch.
He smiled gently, his thumb tracing soothing circles on my cheek. "Let's get you comfortable," he suggested, guiding me back to the bed and tucking the covers around me with gentle care.
As I settled in, he disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a glass of water and some fruits. "Here, try to sip on this. It might help settle your stomach," he said, handing me the glass with a concerned look.
I took a sip, feeling a sense of relief as the cool water washed over me.
I glanced at the bowl of fruits sitting on the table, their vibrant colors and sweet aroma normally enticing, but today they made my stomach churn. I couldn't bear the thought of eating them, not when the mere smell of guavas was enough to make me feel nauseous.
"Ruhaan, I can't eat the fruits," I admitted, holding my hand over my mouth to suppress the queasiness.
"Meera, just eat a few slices of apple, and then I'll give you some medicine," he suggested, his tone gentle yet firm as he tried to negotiate.
But I shook my head, a pleading expression on my face as I looked up into his stormy eyes, silently begging for understanding. My face expressing how I was about to cry.
"Okay, fine baba, don't cry," he relented, his voice softening as he moved closer, wrapping me in his arms. I tried to hold back the sniffles, feeling comforted by his warm hug.
"Thank you," I whispered, burying my face against his chest.
He placed a gentle kiss on the top of my head. With gentle care, he brushed his fingers against the back of my hand, his touch light and comforting.
"Shhh, Meera. Just try to relax and get some sleep. You'll feel better after some rest," he whispered softly, his voice a soothing melody in the dimly lit room.
I nodded weakly, feeling the fatigue settling in as my eyelids grew heavy.
-: Next Morning :-
As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself alone in bed, the faint light of dawn filtering through the curtains. A wave of nausea washed over me, causing my stomach to churn uncomfortably. I swallowed hard, trying to suppress the urge to throw up, but the sensation only grew stronger.
Gingerly, I sat up, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over me. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and a bitter taste lingered in my mouth. Clutching the edge of the bed, I took slow, deep breaths, willing the nausea to pass.
But despite my efforts, the queasiness persisted, intensifying with each passing moment. I felt a cold sweat break out across my forehead, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to keep my meal down.
With trembling hands, I reached for a glass of water on the bedside table, hoping that it would offer some relief. But as soon as I took a sip, my stomach rebelled, and I barely managed to make it to the bathroom before I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
The wave of nausea passed, leaving me feeling weak and drained. I leaned against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor, my breathing ragged as I tried to steady myself. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, a combination of physical discomfort and overwhelming emotion.
In that moment, the reality of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Something wasn't right, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to my illness than just a passing bug. But as I struggled to make sense of it all, one thought nagged at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing second.
Could I be pregnant?
We had been careful. We had used protection every time, without fail.
As I sat on the bathroom floor, grappling with my swirling thoughts, I heard the familiar voice of Roohi calling out from the other side of the door.
"Roohi!" I called out shakily, relief flooding through me at the sound of her voice.
Without hesitation, she rushed into the bathroom, her wide eyes reflecting worry and panic. "Bhabhi-sa, are you feeling sick?" she asked, crouching in front of me with genuine concern etched on her face.
I nodded shakily, unable to find the words to explain the turmoil churning inside me.
"I... I need you to get me a pregnancy test," I finally managed to utter, my voice barely above a whisper.
Roohi's eyes widened in surprise, her expression shifting from concern to understanding. Without another word, she nodded solemnly, rising to her feet with determination.
"I'll get it right away, Bhabhi-sa. Don't worry, I'll be back soon," she assured me, her voice filled with reassurance as she hurried out of the bathroom.
Alone once again, I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to quell the rising tide of fear and uncertainty threatening to overwhelm me.
Every passing second felt like an eternity, each tick of the clock echoing loudly in the silence of the bathroom. What if I was really pregnant. Ruhaan and I never discussed about kids. I'm not even sure how he might react.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I heard hurried footsteps approaching the bathroom door. With bated breath, I watched as Roohi burst back into the room, a small box clutched tightly in her hand.
"Here you go, Bhabhi-sa," she said, her voice filled with empathy as she handed me the test.
I took it from her trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared down at the small, innocuous box.
With trembling fingers, I tore open the packaging and followed the instructions carefully, my hands shaking as I held the test in place. A few agonizing minutes passed before the results appeared, the two pink lines stark against the white background.
My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the test in disbelief, my heart pounding with a mixture of shock and realization. The truth stared back at me, undeniable and overwhelming.
I was pregnant.
I'm going to be a mom.
Ruhaan will be a father.
Kanha ji?
As the reality of the situation sank in, tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. They weren't sad tears. They were happy ones.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Roohi's concerned gaze fixed on me.
"Bhabhi-sa, are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice filled with compassion.
I swallowed hard, struggling to find the words to articulate the jumble of emotions swirling inside me. "I... I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared, Roohi. What if I'm not ready for this?"
Roohi's expression softened, and she reached out to squeeze my hand reassuringly. "You're not alone, Bhabhi-sa. We'll figure this out together," she said gently.
I nodded, grateful for her comforting presence in this moment of uncertainty. "Thank you, Roohi," I whispered, feeling a small glimmer of hope begin to flicker within me.
Then, she asked the question that had been lingering in the air since the test revealed its answer. "Are you happy... or sad?" she inquired, her eyes searching mine for the truth.
A bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I met her gaze. "I'm happy," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. Despite the fear and uncertainty, there was no denying the overwhelming sense of joy that welled up within me at the thought of starting a family with Ruhaan.
Roohi's eyes softened with understanding, and she pulled me into a gentle embrace. "Congratulations, Bhabhi-sa," she whispered, "Now that you are pregnant, we can never be together..," She mumbled making me confused as I shook my head.
"Where is Ruhaan?" I asked, my voice tinged with urgency as Roohi shrugged in response. "I don't know. Rudra and Bhai-sa left a while back," she explained, her brow furrowing with concern.
I needed him here with me, now more than ever.
Call him," I instructed, my voice firm as I made my way to the couch in my room, seeking some semblance of comfort in the familiar surroundings.
Roohi nodded, her determination evident as she dialed her phone. As soon as someone picked up on the other end, she wasted no time in unleashing her fury. "Patidev, abhi ke abhi ghar aayi aap aur apke bhai-sa!" she roared, her voice laced with anger and frustration as she delivered the message loud and clear.
Damn, she is so cute yaar, I couldn't help but think, a surge of affection welling up within me as I watched her hanging up the phone with a satisfied grin.
"Do you want water, Bhabhi-sa?" Roohi's gentle voice broke through my thoughts, her hand caressing my shoulder with comforting warmth.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you," I replied softly, offering her a small smile as I held onto her soft hand, grateful for her presence.
She remained by my side for a few moments.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and the panicked brother duo stormed into the room, their expressions fraught with worry.
"What the hell, Roohi! You scared the crap out of me," Rudra exclaimed, rushing forward to engulf her in a tight hug. I couldn't help but smile at them.
My gaze shifted to Ruhaan, who entered the room with a concerned yet confused expression. "Why did you call us?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of distress.
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my confession heavy on my shoulders. "I... I need to tell you something," I blurted out nervously, my fingers fidgeting with each other in agitation.
Ruhaan's brow furrowed in concern as he approached me, his worry palpable in the air. "What? Are you okay?" he questioned, his voice laced with genuine concern.
I swallowed hard, steeling myself for his reaction as I prepared to reveal the news that would change our lives forever.
"I... I think I might be pregnant," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper as I met Ruhaan's gaze.
"Oh, okay," Ruhaan said casually, turning around as if I offered him lunch to eat.
Kya matlab 'Oh okay'?
I watched him, a knot of uncertainty tightening in my stomach. Was he not as thrilled as I had hoped?
But just as he was about to step away, he froze, his movements halting as if caught by an invisible force. Slowly, he turned back to face me, his expression shifting from casual indifference to a look of dawning realization.
"Wait... what did you say?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes widening in disbelief as he met my gaze.
I swallowed hard, uncertainty coursing through me as I repeated the words that had changed everything. "I think... I am be pregnant, at least the tests say so" I said, the weight of the revelation heavy on my tongue.
For a moment, silence hung in the air, the tension palpable as we both processed the enormity of what I had just revealed.
"You are pregnant...?" He asked, his voice tinged with disbelief, and I simply nodded in response.
"Estás embarazada?," he repeated, switching to Spanish or Italian, and I furrowed my brow in confusion. "Wha-"
"妊娠しています," he muttered, his eyes widening with realization. ABH YEH CHINESE BHI BOLTE HAI?
"Du bist schwanger?"
"ABH YEH AADMI KYA BOL RAHE HAI?" I exclaimed in frustration, feeling utterly lost in the whirlwind of languages.
"आप गर्भवती हैं," Rudra chimed translating, switching to Hindi, and I scowled at him, completely bewildered.
"Aap dono pagal ho gaye ho! Normally ek language mein bolne mein aapko problem hai!" I spoke out of frustration, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden linguistic shift, while Roohi observed the brothers with an amused expression.
"She is pregnant," Mendak said in shock.
"Mein Chachu ban jaunga," Rudra chimed in, his face lighting up with exaggerated excitement, as if he had just won the lottery.
"Bhai-sa, you are pregnant!" Rudra suddenly exclaimed, making everyone flinch.
"I-I'm pregnant?" Ruhaan questioned, his hand instinctively going to his abdomen as he furrowed his brow in confusion.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was he serious right now?
"Papa ne kis gadhe se shaadi karva di meri!" I exclaimed loudly, sinking onto the sofa and bursting into tears.
Mumma papa! Kis mendak se Shaadi karwa di! Mujhe divorce chahiye!
What if my baby turned out to be as clueless as his or her father?
"Bhabhi-sa," Roohi intervened, coming over and kneeling in front of me, gently taking my hands in hers and rubbing them soothingly.
"Shhh, calm down," she said softly, her voice a comforting presence in the midst of my turmoil.
"Kal se aapka office band," Rudra exclaimed in shock, his eyes widening.
"Ekdum band," Ruhaan nodded vigorously, his expression mirroring Rudra's worried expression.
"Kal se aap ka gym band!" Rudra added and Ruhaan simply nodded along, caught up in the whirlwind of absurdity.
"Kal se aap ka phone band," Rudra continued, each word carrying a weight of incredulity, and Ruhaan nodded once again, his brow furrowing as he struggled to keep pace with Rudra's rapid-fire demands.
"Kal se aap ka khana band!" Rudra declared, his voice tinged with disbelief, and Ruhaan nodded obediently, his mind reeling from the absurdity of it all.
"Kal se pani bhi band!" Rudra added and Ruhaan's head snapped towards his brother, his expression one of utter shock, before he delivered a swift blow to Rudra's head in protest.
"Rudra chuppp!" Roohi shouted. All the best Roohi, I don't know how she will handle him when it's her turn.
"What the fuck!" Ruhaan groaned, his brain struggling to process the sudden onslaught of absurdities.
"RUHAAN, I'M TELLING YOU I'LL LEAVE YOU, START MAKING YOUR STUPID BRAIN WORK!" I yelled, my frustration boiling over as I stood up and grabbed the collar of his white shirt harshly, my words punctuated by a sense of urgency and exasperation.
"Meera, calm down," he said, his voice laced with concern as he gently tried to pry my hands off his shirt. "I'm trying to understand, but this is all just so... unexpected."
I huffed, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement at the absurdity of the situation. "Unexpected? Try downright ridiculous! First, you're pregnant-"
"-which is physically impossible," Ruhaan interjected, his brow furrowing in confusion.
"-and then Rudra decides to ban everything under the sun!" I exclaimed, waving my hands in frustration.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly, trying to calm down, placing a comforting hand on his arm.
Ruhaan nodded, his expression softening as he looked at me. "Yeah, I think so. It's just... unexpected, you know? But in a strange way, I'm happy. Scared, but happy."
I smiled, feeling a rush of warmth and affection for him. "Me too," I admitted, squeezing his arm gently. "We'll figure it out together, okay?"
Ruhaan nodded, his eyes meeting mine with a newfound sense of determination. "Together," he echoed, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You guys need a moment," Roohi said softly, her comforting presence like a balm to our frazzled nerves. She kissed my forehead before shooting Rudra a pointed glare and dragging him out the door.
Alone with Ruhaan, the weight of the situation seemed to settle around us, and I took a deep breath, turning to him with a mixture of apprehension and hope.
Ruhaan reached out, gently taking my hand in his, his touch grounding me in the midst of the whirlwind of emotions. "Humari Jaan, I want you to know that no matter what, I'll be here for you. I may not have expected this, but I promise to be the best father I can be."
His words stirred something deep within me, and I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. "Ruhaan..." I whispered, overcome with gratitude and love for this man.
He squeezed my hand gently, his eyes shining with emotion. "I mean it, Meera. I'll do everything in my power to make sure our child has the love and support they need."
I leaned into him, feeling a sense of peace wash over me in his embrace. "Thank you, Ruhaan. That means everything to me."
"We need to tell the family," I spoke, and Ruhaan nodded in agreement, his expression serious.
"Also, uhm, you should tell my father about this," I added, and he looked at me with a mix of fear and apprehension.
"Do you want our child to be fatherless?" He exclaimed, his voice tinged with worry, and I shook my head, knowing full well that my father's reaction would be explosive.
"I'm aware Papa will kill you" I admitted, the thought of my father's wrath sending a shiver down my spine.
"I'll dial the call, talk to him," I offered, picking up my phone and dialing my father's number without hesitation.
After two rings, Papa picked up, and I handed the phone to Ruhaan, who greeted my father with a shaky tone.
"Uh huh, Good morning Uncle," Ruhaan greeted tentatively, his nerves palpable even through the phone.
"Yeah, yeah, she is fine, more than fine, completely fine. Unko kya hoga, kuch nahi jab dekho maggi thoos ti rehti hai," Ruhaan rambled nervously, and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his attempt to deflect.
"No, I didn't mean that... Yes, she can eat whatever she wants... actually, I called you to tell you something," Ruhaan finally confessed, his voice faltering slightly.
"I am preg- I mean, she is pregnant," he blurted out, and I held my breath, waiting for my father's response.
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before the call abruptly hung up, leaving us both stunned.
"Oh, Papa is for sure coming to Udaipur," I murmured, feeling a mix of excitement at the prospect of facing my father's reaction.
Ruhaan jumped forward, his hands landing on my abdomen as he kissed it over my kurti, his words tumbling out in a rush of emotion.
"Baby, your dadda loves you so much, but your nanu, he is so bad, he won't leave your dadda. Just know who was the good man, it was your dad," Ruhaan mumbled, his voice laced with fear and uncertainty.
I couldn't help but shake my head at his panicked reaction, pulling him close and kissing him on the lips.
My mendak.
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A/N
Yes. I know, it's not the Holi scene, I'm sorry!
So many of you wanted their pregnancy over the Holi scene so I decided to go with your wish..
I love you guys! Thanks for 2M.