Falling in love all over again

Chapter 38: Maybe

{"Hawaa ke jaise chalta hai tu, Main ret jaisi udti hoon, Kaun tujhe yun pyar karega, Jaise main karti hoon" - Kaun Tujhe (MS Dhoni: The Untold Story)}
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AUTHOR'S POV

Prisha could feel her stomach churning and her head spinning as she slowly opened her eyes. She groaned and shut her eyes again, trying to ignore the nausea that was slowly creeping up on her.

She woke up with a sudden urge to vomit. She ran to the bathroom and started throwing up. Hearing the loud noises, Abhiman woke up and rushed to the bathroom to find her vomiting. He got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, where he saw his wife bent over the toilet bowl, her face contorted in discomfort. Without a second thought, he knelt beside her and started rubbing her back gently, trying to soothe her.

"Don't worry, Prisha. Let it all out," he murmured, his voice soft and comforting.

Prisha clutched onto the sides of the toilet, trying to suppress her gag reflex. He immediately patted her back and tried to soothe her.

"What happened, isha? Are you feeling sick?" Abhiman asked worriedly.

She nodded, still trying to catch my breath. She didn't want to worry, Abhiman, so she tried to brush it off as just a normal stomach ache. He gingerly patted her back, trying to soothe her as she emptied her stomach into the sink.

Finally, when it seemed like there was nothing left in her stomach, she was breathing heavily. After a few minutes, her stomach finally settled down and she leaned back against Abhiman, her head resting on his shoulder. Abhiman took a wet towel and gently wiped her face, trying to cool her down. He looked at her with concern, his eyes full of love and care.

"Are you feeling better now?"he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Prisha nodded weakly, her eyes drooping with exhaustion.

"I think I ate something bad last night. I'll be fine,' she said weakly.

But Abhiman didn't buy it. He knew her too well. he cupped her face in his hands and brushed his thumbs lightly over her cheeks, his eyes filled with concern.

"You don't look fine. Let me wash your face," he said, as he gently removed the strands of hair that had fallen on Prisha's face.

she just nodded and let him help her up, even though she wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh. Abhiman always knew how to make her feel better. As he washed her face with his own hands, Prisha couldn't help but think how lucky she was to have him as her husband.

"Meri jaan, aap theek hein? Kya hum aapko kuch madad kar sakte hein? Jise aapko behtar mehsus ho?" Abhiman asked her.

She shook my head, knowing that there was nothing he could do to make it go away. "Just hold me," She whispered, feeling vulnerable and helpless.

Without hesitation, he picked her up in his arms and carried her back to their bed. He tucked her in, making sure she was comfortable, and kissed her on top of her forehead and whispered "even if you wouldn't have asked me hold you, i would have. Like i have always did and will always do."
before sitting beside her and placing his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.

"It's okay, Prisha. Just try to get some rest," he said, his voice full of love and worry.

"I hate seeing you like this, Prisha. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" he asked, his voice full of worry and love.

Prisha looked up at him, trying to find words to explain her condition.

She smiled weakly, overwhelmed by his love and care. "You're already doing everything, Maan. Just having you here with me makes me feel much better,' she said, her heart swelling with love for him.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Maan," she said, her voice trembling. "I feel so sick all of a sudden. And my head is killing me."

Abhiman sat on the bed next to her, taking her hand in his. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, trying to comfort her.

"Maybe it's just a stomach ache, Love." Abhiman whispered.

Prisha nodded, knowing that it was a possibility. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her churning stomach. Abhiman got up and went to the kitchen to make her a cup of tea, knowing that it always helped her feel better.

As he returned with the tea, Prisha sat up with great effort, her face still pale. She took a sip from the hot tea, feeling its warmth spread through her body. Abhiman sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

'I'll take the day off today, okay? I'll just call the hospital and inform them,' he said, rubbing her arm in a soothing manner.

'No, Maan, you don't have to do that. You already work so hard. It's just a stomach ache, I'll be fine,' Prisha protested weakly.

But Abhiman was adamant. He knew that he needed to take care of his wife and make sure she was okay.

'I'm not letting you out of my sight until you're feeling better, Prisha. You're my wife, and it's not just my duty to take care of you, but it's my right to take care of you, sath vachan liye hai humne, sukh dukh mein sath rehne ke, jab aap itne dukh mein hai toh bhala hum aapko ese chor ke kaise chale jaye? Sath vachan sirf bolne ke liye nahi hote meri jaan, nibhane ke liye hote hein" he said, smiling lovingly at her.

Prisha couldn't help but smile back, feeling grateful to have such a caring and understanding husband. She leaned in and rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

"I love you, Maan", she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I love you more," Abhiman replied, kissing the top of her head.

As he patted her back, trying to calm her down. Prisha felt safe and protected in his arms. Her mind was racing with thoughts about why she was feeling sick. It could be food poisoning, or it could be something else.

But one thought that made her heart skip a beat was the possibility of her being pregnant. She hadn't thought about it until now, but the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. the idea of starting a family with Abhiman was something that made her heart flutter.

But she didn't want to get her hopes up just yet. She decided to keep her thoughts to herself until she was sure. She didn't want to disappoint Abhiman in case it turned out to be just a false alarm.

Prisha couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. She felt like a little girl again, being taken care of by her prince charming. She snuggled closer to him, breathing in his familiar scent. They had been through so much together, and she couldn't imagine her life without him.

As she drifted off to sleep, Prisha decided to take a pregnancy test in the morning, just to be sure. She didn't want to get her hopes up, but she couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of being a mother.

Meanwhile Looking at his wife's peaceful face, Abhiman felt a surge of love and gratitude. He knew that marriage was not just about love and romance, but it was also about taking care of each other in sickness and in health.

He kissed her on the forehead and whispered, 'I will always be here for you, meri jaan, to love you and take care of you, no matter what.' And with that, he too drifted off to sleep, holding her hand.

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I tried!!! These are some hints!!!!!
Love youhhhh 🫶🏻
Take careeeeeeeeeeeeeeewww
Bye-e goofballs
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