Two anniversaries later...Keerthi stared at the plastic item in her hand, clutching it against her chest,not bothering that it was dirty. Tears blurred her vision,as she held the edge of the sink.She had mixed feelings. Although she was thrilled,she felt nervous.What would Vikram say if she told him she was pregnant?She didn't think she had the guts to look him in the eye and tell him that she was pregnant. The thought made her too nervous. Although she was positive Vikram might be happy,she couldn't rule out the possibility of him not taking it well.She tried to calm her racing heart,the nervousness not allowing her to be happy about the most precious moment in her life. She was going to be a mother.So why couldn't she be happy?She deep down knew it was because she wanted to share the news with her better half.Maybe she could just leave the stick on the sink,and Vikram would accidentally see it and question her himself?She shut her eyes,tempted at the possibility, jumping in
"You kick me one more time,and I'm not going to feed you",Keerthi snapped at the six month old on her lap.The grinning crying/screaming copy of Vikram only let out gurgles of laughter, having his feed in the meantime, kicking his mother's tummy.Keerthi winced when she felt a sharp jab on her lower abdomen,tears pricking her eyes at the pain. She cupped her tummy,placing Rahil on the bed next to her. Even though she got her stitches removed a few months back,it still hurt when her son kicked too hard.It took her three minutes for the pain to become a dull throb. She glared at the about-to-wail child."You scream one more time, that's it. I'm giving you to your grandparents.""Stop being dramatic Keerthi", Keerthi heard her husband,as he entered their room, locking the door shut."You are twenty minutes late.""Wow. You learnt the art of checking time.""No need for that much sarcasm", Keerthi mumbled, placing Rahil in his crib, murmuring,"Please don't cry",in his ear.Keerthi felt he
Vikram's POVIt was one of those days. When everything was great, grateful for all the good things in life. Living life looked simple,easy. I didn't realise I was lost in my thoughts, jumping from one to another when the flow was interrupted.I sweep a glance towards my wife,our coffee mugs in her hands."Why are you smiling?" ,She asks, handing me my mug.I shrug, pulling her gently into my lap,taking care the coffee didn't spill. I either had to clean it or put up with an earful I could do without.She only smiled shyly, closing her eyes when the side of her thigh grazed my penis.I gave her an amused smile, shaking my head. I couldn't deny,I liked it. A lot.I clear my throat,my hand inching into her top,as I place it there, ignoring her look as I sip on my coffee."It's 11 in the morning", Keerthi teased."So?",My hand travels higher, unclasping her bra."At least let me finish my coffee",my wife laughs,shaking her head.I let out a laugh too, squeezing her hip.She gives me a sof
Vikram's POV(In Mumbai)I return home after an exhausting day to see my wife sound asleep on the couch. I shake my head, rolling my eyes. I had mentioned I would be late and specifically asked her to go to bed.The last time she fell asleep on the couch,she had a strained neck for three days,and she has a bad cold.I swallow back my irritation,taking gentle steps to check on my children before I freshened up.My lips tilt up automatically, relaxation coursing through my veins as I see my flesh sleeping peacefully. The father in me couldn't resist as I tip-toed into their room, placing a kiss on my seven year and four year olds' foreheads."Go to sleep Rahil",I murmured when I saw him move in his sleep, patting his chest. He was always a light sleeper.I glance at my daughter, smiling when I see her lower lip jutted out,her hands over her head as she slept beautifully. Aarna hates being touched in her sleep.I gently shut the door,making way to my room."When did you come home?",I hea
Keerthi shuts her eyes,leaning on the headboard, extremely tired after the circus she has been forced to perform,she contemplates changing, but on a second thought, doesn't. May be I should just sleep away this nightmare, she thought. But the thing was,she couldn't sleep,her nerves anxious as she thought about what might happen in the next few minutes,hours. Her stomach churns at the idea. Seconds tick by,turning into minutes,the deadly silence of the room forcing her to think of harsh,bitter reality that she was forced to go through. ******* Keerthi hears her father yelling at her mother as she enters the house quietly,from office.Her stomach was in her mouth. Why was he yelling? Because when he does,there is no say to how much pain he put her mother through. Keerthi hears a harsh slap from the other side,making her flinch,tears automatically forming in her eyes as she hurriedly
Keerthi twists and turns the whole night,unable to sleep,the thought of Vikram pouncing on her, literally,kept her awake,her body finally giving up in the early hours only to be woken up by the alarm. What the hell? I just closed myeyes.She thought. Keerthi felt a movement beside her. "Switch it off",Vikram says, irritated. She huffed, suddenly jealous that he could sleep and she couldn't ,when they were bothequallytired, seriously wondering if she should just increase the sound of the alarm and leave the room. But when she hears him continuously moving,she takes pity. Keerthi grumbles to herself as she walks towards her bag and takes out her
"Yes. It's all fine", Keerthi sniffles on the phone, feeling emotional."I miss you mom". "Don't worry Kitty. You'll get adjusted soon and everything will be fine",Amritha Verma consoles her daughter. Keerthi sniffs again,"But I don't feel nice". She was on the verge of bursting out loud,ugly,wailing tears, having missed her mother a little too much. "It will be fine. How is Vikram?And what about your parents-in-law?",Amritha queries. "They are all fine", Keerthi mumbles,rubbing her nose. "Keerthi,you are worrying me",her mother says. "Nothing like that. I just really miss yo
Vikram lets warm water cascade his back, silently enjoying his shower as he hums to himself. He leans over the shower head letting water fall onto his hair,washing it as he contemplated recent events. He particularly didn't have an opinion on his wife. The thought disturbed him. Was it even normal to beneutralabout someone's own wife? Probably not,he thought. But he was not exactly at fault. His wife had showed multiple moods in the past few days. He had found her too cute, adorable if he may say so,at times. But there were also times when he was just so irritated with her,merely controlling the urge to snap at her. She wouldn't speak her mind, coming to random conclusions. Vikram found it difficult to cope with her. All his life,he was surrounded by people who