An arranged marriage isn't something everyone wants. It's a big chance that not everyone would take. Will this one work out, or will it not?
Can love really grow when you didn't choose who you marry?
Will they be happy together? And in the end, wil...
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ANANDITA'S POV
I'm pregnant.
Honestly, I'm feeling a mix of emotions.
There's happiness, of course, but also a bit of anxiety as I contemplate the new journey ahead. The feeling of experiencing something completely unfamiliar is both exciting and nerve-wracking.
My gynecologist sent me some articles to read, which I asked for to help me understand what to expect. It's all so overwhelming.
Standing in front of the mirror, I place both palms under my belly, turning to every angle just to feel the reality sinking in. The bump will start showing in four or five months, so I have some time to prepare.
Turning from side to side, a blend of emotions floods my mind: excitement, nervousness, and love already for the growing life.
It's overwhelming to know that there's a life growing inside me.
Kartikeya's happiness about my pregnancy is so noticeable; it's like he's doing a victory dance every time he walks into the room. He showers me with love and care, treating me like a fragile package marked 'Handle with Care' that he's afraid of breaking.
Who wouldn't love being showered with so much affection? It's like living in a romantic comedy but with more laughter and less drama.
I want this.
"Mom sent this," Kartikeya said as he entered, closing the door behind him. He carried a bowl, filling the room with the aroma of vegetables.
His parents arrived yesterday to stay with us, especially since we're expecting a baby. They'll be living with us for a while. I can see how much Kartik's mother misses him, and he's aware of it, but he seems to prefer things this way.
I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the dal khichdi he placed on the nightstand. My hands dropped to my sides as I walked to the edge of the bed, watching him stir the khichdi.
"I love you," he said out of the blue, and I felt a rush of warmth flood my cheeks.
"So random," I chuckled, shaking my head as I looked at him with adoration.
Returning my gaze with a charming grin, Kartikeya said, "Well, you know, I just couldn't resist telling you how much I adore you, especially when you scrunch up your nose like that."
