Morning light streamed through the windows of their cozy Mumbai apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. The city outside was beginning to come alive, but in their little sanctuary, time seemed to stand still.
Armaan was already awake, lying on his side, watching Abhira as she slept peacefully beside him.
He couldn’t help but smile at how serene she looked, her face softened by sleep. But he had a plan—a mischievous one—and he couldn’t resist any longer.
Leaning over, he whispered softly, “Abhira, wake up…”
She groaned, burrowing deeper into the covers. “Nooo, five more minutes,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Armaan chuckled, undeterred. “Come on, it’s a beautiful morning. You don’t want to miss it!”
“I want to miss it,” she grumbled, pulling the blanket over her head. “Go away, Armaan.”
He grinned, deciding to up the ante. “But I made your favorite breakfast…”
One eye peeked out from under the blanket, skeptical. “You? Cooked?”
Armaan feigned offense. “What, you don’t trust my cooking skills?”
“Not when you’re trying to wake me up early,” she said, her voice still heavy with sleep. “What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” he insisted, a little too quickly. “I just thought we could have a nice, peaceful morning together. You know, before the day gets crazy.”
Abhira sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to win this battle. Slowly, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. “Fine, but if there’s no breakfast, I’m going back to bed.”
Armaan’s grin widened as he sat up beside her. “I knew you couldn’t resist.”
She rolled her eyes, leaning against him. “You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d be throwing a pillow at you right now.”
“Lucky, indeed,” he agreed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But I promise it’ll be worth it. Now, come on, lazybones.”
Grumbling, Abhira threw the covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “You better have something good planned, or you’re on dish duty for a week.”
Armaan laughed, taking her hand and helping her up. “Trust me, it’s going to be a perfect morning.”
Armaan had held Abhira's hand in his while wrapping his other hand around her back.
Taking slow baby steps they walked toward the kitchen, Abhira paused, suddenly feeling a flutter in her belly.
She glanced down, then up at Armaan, who was watching her with that familiar, loving look.
“Everything okay?” he asked, his tone suddenly serious.
She smiled softly, placing a hand on her stomach. “Yeah, just a little reminder that our perfect mornings are going to be very different soon.”
Armaan’s eyes lit up as he stepped closer, resting his hand over hers. “I can’t wait for that.”
“Me neither,” she whispered, leaning into him.
Armaan kissed her forehead when another push against their hands caused them to look at each other and laugh.
"Somebody is already possessive about soon to be mumma" Armaan laughed while pulling abhira closer in that side hug.
"Just like soon to be papa. But for now, let’s enjoy these last few peaceful mornings while we can.” She spoke pulling back from his embrace.
“Deal,” he said, while helping her to settlle on one of the Chairs. “Now, how about that breakfast?”
Abhira chuckled, shaking her head. “Only if you promise I get to sleep in tomorrow.”
“Promise,” Armaan said with a wink, walking into the kitchen, where the scent of something delicious—surprisingly—was already filling the air.
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T
his story would start from the promo of today's episode and would be tracing journey of Armaan and Abhira trying to build a life breaking free from the clutches if Poddar Family.
I as a matter of fact believe that Armaan and Abhira since long have been illtreated by the family especially Dadi Sa and Rohit.
The ongoing track with Ruhi becoming the villan seems to irritate me like anything.
Internally I so wanted Armaan and Abhira to leave that hell called Poddar Mansion for their own good.
Now I need a small help from all of you.
I can plot the story in two forms.
1. The Story would be set in the future, as in the prologue and the past would be part of the flash backs.
2. I begin with the past and then move to the prologue.
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FanfictionArmaan had always been the dutiful son, living under the weight of expectations that seemed to grow heavier with each passing year. Abhira was his light in the darkness. His only solace in this brutal world. Together, they decided to break free fr...
