"Are you sure about the marriage?" I turned my face toward him, my brows raised in disbelief.
How could he ask me something like this? The warmth of his shoulder beneath my head contrasted sharply with the sudden chill of doubt creeping in.
I searched his eyes for clarity, wondering if he truly meant it. "Are you serious?" I asked, trying to gauge his intent.
He smiled gently, his fingers intertwined with mine, grounding me amidst my swirling thoughts. "Your MS is about to start, Sunflower!" he said, his voice steady yet laced with concern.
"I don't want anything to distract you from that. This is a big step."
I felt a warmth spread through me as he continued, his gaze earnest and searching.
"I just want to make sure I'm not pushing you into this. If you're having doubts or need more time, we can wait."
The sincerity in his eyes made my heart flutter, mixing reassurance with a hint of fear. It struck me how deeply he cared, how he prioritized my dreams over everything else.
I had spent so much time thinking about our future together, yet here he was, offering me the space to decide for myself.
In that moment, I realized the depth of his love—he wasn't just a partner; he was my ally, ready to support me, even if it meant putting our plans on hold.
The thought of our baby growing inside me filled my mind with a whirlwind of emotions.
In this moment, as he held my hand and expressed his concerns, the weight of our choices settled on my shoulders.
Our love had created something precious, and I felt a fierce protective instinct rise within me.
Would it be right to bring a child into the world while I was still navigating my career? Would I be able to balance my responsibilities as a mother with the demands of my studies and future career?
As I gazed into his eyes, searching for reassurance, I realized that this was more than just a decision about marriage; it was about the life we were shaping together.
"You know the dates have already been set, our families have already started preparing for the wedding." I replied, my voice steady but tinged with urgency.
I felt a mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing how much everyone was invested in this day.
But I also understood his concerns. Balancing our dreams with the reality of a wedding and a—baby was no small feat.
He took a deep breath, his expression softening. "I understand, but we can wait. I don't want you to feel pressured. This should be about what you truly want." His words hung in the air, filled with love and understanding.
It was a comfort, but it also added to the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling.
"I'm sure about it, Vayu. I can't wait any longer!" I declared, my voice firm despite the rush of emotions flooding me.
I wanted to embrace this next chapter of our lives—together, as a family. The thought of our wedding, our future, and the—baby growing inside me filled me with hope, and I was ready to move forward.
When we finally reached my flat, the familiar scent of home enveloped us as we stepped inside.
I busied myself in the kitchen, setting the table for dinner while Vayu freshened up.
As we sat down to eat, the food was a comforting reminder of the love and care I had poured into preparing it.
We shared laughs and stories, the sound of our voices intertwining like music in the air. I watched as he savored each bite, his appreciation making my heart swell.
After dinner, I cleared the plates. With the dishes done, we settled onto the bed, the space between us filled with an electric tension.
I leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The world outside faded away, and in this moment, it was just us—together, cocooned in our own little sanctuary.
"Vayuu!" I called him to share my news about the pregnancy but no response came. And when I turned to face him, only to find he had already drifted off to sleep.
His head rested against my shoulder, his breathing steady and deep. Exhaustion had taken over his senses, and the tension from the day melted away in the quiet of the room.
I couldn't help but smile, seeing the peaceful expression on his face. It was endearing how he could fall asleep so easily, a testament to how hard he had been working.
I gently tucked both of us under the duvet, careful not to disturb him as he slept. His arms instinctively wrapped around me, pulling me closer.
The warmth of his embrace enveloped me and I felt my worries begin to fade away as I settled into the rhythm of his heartbeat.
As I lay there, nestled against him, a sense of peace washed over me. I closed my eyes, letting the soft sounds of his breathing lull me into a state of tranquility.
It felt right to be here, to share this intimate space with the man I loved.
Drifting off to sleep, I knew I would share my news with him when the time was right. But for now, wrapped in his arms, I allowed myself to simply enjoy the beauty of the present moment.
I woke up as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, gently warming my face.
Blinking against the brightness, I turned to find her nestled against me like a koala bear, her arms wrapped around me, her head resting on my chest. My heart fluttered at the sight.
There was something so peaceful about the way she held onto me, as if even in sleep, she sought the comfort of being close.
Her soft breathing matched the quiet rhythm of the morning, and I couldn't help but smile, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for this simple, perfect moment.
I gently tightened my hold on her, not wanting to disturb her slumber but cherishing the warmth of her presence.
She stirred in her sleep, her body shifting slightly against mine before she gently opened her eyes.
A sleepy smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep, as she nestled even closer, her warmth melting into me.
"Good morning, Sunflower!" I replied, pecking her lips.
She blinked slowly, her sleepy smile turning into something more thoughtful.
"This is the last morning I'm waking up beside you as your fiancée," she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with emotion.
She continued, "Today, you'll drop me off at my parents' home, and in a few days, we'll be getting married."
"Yeah, maybe!" I replied with a playful smile tugging at my lips as I thought about the surprise I had planned for her.
The curiosity in her eyes made me want to spill everything, but I held back, savoring the moment.
She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, but I just pulled her closer, brushing a soft kiss on her forehead.
The thought of what was to come made my heart race, and I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she discovered what I had in store.
"Come on now, get ready!" I gently nudged her.
She smiled and stretched before slipping out of bed. Once we were both set, we headed out, the morning still fresh and full of promise.
On the way to her parents' house, I surprised her by stopping at her favorite restaurant for breakfast. The moment she realized where we were, her face lit up.
We sat by the window, enjoying our meal together, talking about everything and nothing, while I silently held onto the excitement of the bigger surprise that awaited her in just a few days.
As we reached her parents' home, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before knocking at the door.
"Apne parents ke saamne kiss kario tab manunga!" I teased her, making her narrow her eyes at me.
"I did that on Roka day! Loser!" She teased when Mumma welcomed us.
As soon as she slipped into the washroom to freshen up, I turned towards her parents. I began sharing the details of the surprise. "So, things are all set?" I asked nervously.
"Yes Captain!" They both replied in unison, making me smile.
"She's going to be so surprised!" Mumma whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
We discussed the finer details—thow to keep it all under wraps until the big reveal.
Her parents were fully on board, promising to play along and keep the surprise intact.
The excitement in the room was palpable, and I couldn't wait for the moment she would realize that the wedding she had been dreaming of was about to come true.
Just as we wrapped up our conversation, I heard her footsteps coming down the stairs.
We quickly exchanged knowing smiles, pulling ourselves together, acting as though nothing had happened.
As she walked into the room, her hair still damp from the shower, she gave us all a curious look.
"What's going on?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced between me and her parents, sensing something was up.
I quickly exchanged a glance with her parents, keeping my expression as casual as possible.
"Nothing much," I replied with a smile, shrugging slightly. "We were just catching up while you were getting ready."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, clearly not convinced. "You all look like you're up to something," she said, crossing her arms playfully.
I just smiled back at her, fighting the urge to laugh, knowing full well she'd never guess what we had planned.
Her parents joined in, playing along effortlessly. "Just some wedding talk," Mumma chimed in, giving a vague but believable answer.
"You know how it is with all the preparations."
Satisfied but still suspicious, she finally nodded, brushing it off for now. "Alright, if you say so."
I exhaled quietly, grateful that we had managed to keep the surprise safe for just a little longer.
I stood up, glancing at the time, knowing I had a flight to catch. The moment had arrived to say goodbye, even if only for a short while.
"I need to leave, I have a flight to catch!" I announced.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with that familiar mix of affection and reluctance.
I walked over and pulled her into a tight hug, holding her close for what felt like the last peaceful moment before the whirlwind of the wedding.
She rested her head against my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around me as if neither of us wanted to let go.
"I'll miss you, soon to be Mrs. Kashyap!" I whispered softly, feeling her nod against me.
After one last lingering look, I finally pulled away, giving her a gentle smile before turning to head out the door.
As I turned to leave, she looked at me and said softly, "We'll be waiting for you."
Her words lingered in the air, and for a moment, they felt like they carried a deeper meaning.
I paused, glancing back at her. There was a tenderness in her eyes, something more than just the usual farewell. It was as if she was holding onto something that only she knew.
I smiled at her, though curiosity tugged at my mind. But I let it go, thinking that maybe it was just the weight of the upcoming wedding.
Still, as I walked away, her words echoed in my thoughts, leaving me wondering if there was more to them than she let on.
After he left, I quietly made my way to my room—the room that had held all my memories, both big and small.
The cry, the laughter, the happiness, the sadness—it was all woven into the fabric of this space. And soon, I would be leaving it forever.
As I sat down on the bed, a wave of memories washed over me. The late-night talks, the times I'd curled up with a book or cried into my pillow, the countless dreams I'd spun in this very room.
It felt like the end of an era, one last visit before stepping into a new life.
Everything was changing, and while I was excited for the future, a part of me clung to the comfort and familiarity of this place.
This room, these memories, had shaped me—and now, I would carry them with me as I walked into the next chapter of my life.
Just then, Mumma entered the room, her voice gentle but firm. "Kittu, you should start packing your clothes, especially everything you'll need for the wedding," she said, casually sorting through a few things on my dresser.
Confusion clouded my thoughts.
Packing? Why would I need to pack for the wedding?
I furrowed my brow, trying to make sense of it. "Packing kyu?" I asked, looking at her.
"The wedding is here, right? Why do I need to pack stuff?"
She gave me a quick smile but didn't elaborate, continuing to move around the room, her movements light and purposeful.
She paused for a moment, then looked at me with a smile that held something mysterious.
"The wedding isn't happening here," she said, almost too casually.
I blinked in surprise. "What do you mean? Where is it happening then?"
Her smile grew, but she shook her head firmly.
"That's not something you need to know right now," she replied, her tone playful but final.
I stared at her, my confusion deepening.
What could possibly be going on? Why wasn't anyone telling me where my own wedding was?
"Mumma, just tell me!" I insisted trying to make sense of the situation. But she just winked, gathering more of my things.
She glanced at me, her smile widening as if she was holding back a secret.
"There were strict instructions from Vayush!" she said with a light chuckle, stacking some of my clothes neatly into the suitcase.
My eyes widened in surprise. "From whom?" I asked, the confusion deepening.
"Yes, Vayush!" She replied nonchalantly.
Now it all started to make a little more sense—he had been acting a little strange this morning.
I tried pushing for more answers, but she just shook her head, still grinning. "It's not for you to know right now," she said again, clearly determined to follow his instructions.
At that point, I knew I wasn't going to get any more out of her.
I sighed, curiosity burning in my mind. What on earth was he planning?
Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I grabbed my phone and immediately called him.
As soon as he picked up, I didn't waste any time. "What's going on with all this Kashyap? Why is Mumma saying I need to pack? And why won't she tell me where the wedding is?" I asked, my voice a mix of confusion and impatience.
He chuckled softly on the other end, clearly enjoying the fact that I was caught off guard.
"Saans to lele meri maa!" He teased making me more irritated.
"Kashyap stop playing around! Tell me what's going on." I almost shouted at him this time.
"You weren't supposed to find out yet," he said, his voice calm and teasing.
"Vayu, what are you up to?" I pressed, trying to get him to spill.
"Just trust me, okay? It's all part of the plan. You'll find out soon enough," he replied, the excitement in his voice unmistakable.
I sighed, knowing I wouldn't get any more information out of him either.
"Vayu, I swear, agar mujhe yeh surprise pasand nahi aaya na, toh shaadi cancel! Aur bahut maar khaega tu!" I warned.
He burst into laughter on the other end. "Tujhe pasand aayega, I promise! But thoda patience rakh!" he said, clearly amused by my threat.
"Main serious hoon!" I added.
"I know, I know," he teased.
I sighed dramatically, "You know what, I hate you Captain Kashyap!"
"And I love you Dr. Sharma!" He added making me roll my eyes.
"I'm gonna kill you! Asshole!"
His laughter continued, and though I was still in the dark, part of me was excited now, wondering what exactly he had planned.
Love is a game of surprises, and I'm all in for every twist and turn! My heart raced at the thought of what was next, eager to embrace each unexpected moment that would unfold.
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