Her heart began to calm as she heard his soft snores. She knew from the beginning that he felt secure next to her, through his gestures and the way he held her captive until dawn. One night, she deliberately stayed awake and observed him. His sleep didn't break until sunrise.

She had heard from his grandmother about his insomnia, yet he fell asleep like a normal person when she was around. At first, she thought he was faking it for her benefit, but now, everything changed. She didn't want him to confess; she knew he was beginning to fall for her, maybe even in love with her. But she wanted to give him the security that no matter what happened in their life, she would always be by his side.

Bending down, she kissed his head and pulled him closer to her heart as she remembered him calling her and her mother, his fairy godmother, and his "Secret Obsession." Though she was happy, the word "obsession" created havoc in her stomach. She couldn't escape it. Between love and obsession, there is a thin thread, and once crossed, it is difficult to return. Like her father, who still struggles with his obsession. It has been 27 years since her mother left, yet he remains in the same place.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about her father. She had never received a single gesture of love from him; he hated her completely. He still believed she was the reason behind his wife's demise and refused to forgive her. Even still, he attempted suicide multiple times, only to be saved each time. He purposefully didn't want to move on from his grief.

Her father was the main reason she chose the field of clinical psychology. She helped many patients with similar cases through therapy, but she stayed away from her father, who hated even the sight of her. She knew he wouldn't have recognized her, even in her wedding attire. But that was nothing new to her; she had felt his coldness and untouchability for the 27 years of her life.

But when she felt the same kind of feel from her husband, along with his growing habit of getting close to her, her heart trembled, and she began to fear the same future for her unborn child. At that moment, she was 100% sure that her pregnancy wouldn't shake his world but rather have the opposite effect; he might be the happiest person to learn the news. But her fear and past experiences pushed her to consider termination, as she mentally believed she wouldn't be alive after giving birth. More than anything, she couldn't imagine Shivaay going through the same phase her father went through.

"NO!" she shouted unconsciously when her brain insisted on terminating the pregnancy. Shivaay woke up in response and sat beside her.

"What happened?" he asked with concern.

"Nightmare!" she lied. He wiped away her tears.

"It's okay! I'm here for you!" he said, kissing her cheek.

"You must be hungry! Wait, I'll bring you something to help you sleep peacefully!" He got out of bed.

"I want milk!" she blurted out. He was confused.

"But you hate milk," he pointed out.

"It's good for the baby," she thought to herself but didn't say it aloud.

"Yes, but I feel like having it," she managed to say.

He soon arrived with a glass of milk. "I added saffron in it, hoping it won't smell like regular milk," he explained.

"Thank you!" she said with a smile, taking a large gulp.

"I knew you'd gulp it down like that. I should have brought some noodles instead," he commented on her reaction. It wasn't his first time bringing her something to eat at midnight. During these nights, she often needed something to eat to regain strength. Over time, she had developed cravings for pizza and noodles, and he felt uneasy about her behavior, asking her to eat something healthier and more easily digestible. She never listened to him.

"You're the one who insists I eat healthy," she said after successfully drinking the milk in one gulp. Before she could wipe her mouth, he did it for her with a smile that pierced her heart.

"Yeah, I was the one, but you don't have to be hard on yourself and do something you don't like," he said, fixing her messed-up hair. She had never told anyone, not even herself, how much she adored it when he fixed her hair and wiped her mouth after feeding her.

"Let's see if you say the same every time," she said, and she knew he would be the first person to become strict with her after knowing about her pregnancy. She couldn't wait to share the news with him, but her brain postponed it, and she mentally prepared herself to say it the next day.

"I would never say that. I started to love your chubby version just with the trailer itself!" he said. She got confused because, as far as she remembered, she was never fat. How could he have seen the trailer?

"Trailer?" she asked him in confusion. He drank the leftover milk in the glass which she had finished while scanning her. It was not new to her, but her heart started to beat fast when his eyes stuck on her breasts, and just when she realized he was mentioning her breasts, her skin broke out in goosebumps, and she immediately started to choke. He chuckled at her reaction only to get hit by the pillows.

Suddenly, he twisted her wrist to her back, pulled her close, and their bodies crashed into each other. She completely forgot what was happening around her, and their eyes met again, and she felt his hot breath on her. She knew what was coming up when he slightly turned and moved towards his milk.

"Warning you! You will taste only the milk if you kiss me right now!" she whispered against his lips. His smile became wider, and he took her lips into his without any hesitation. She was smiling too when he released her hand from the back and grabbed her breast while kissing her passionately. She broke the kiss purposefully, but his palms still explored her as if his existence depended on it. His face became bright because of his smile, he gently cupped her face, gave a small peck on her lips, and placed her back on the bed.

As always, she didn't have any idea when he undressed her. Pleasure consumed his beautiful smile as if she stood on the threshold of both rain and snow, a storm of emotions converging within her. She could trace everything in her brain when his mouth left hers and moved towards her earlobe. Her body heaved in and out when his tongue played well on her sensitive point and completely aroused her. Like always, he didn't allow her to love her back.

A moan escaped from her mouth when his mouth explored her rippling curves. Only she knew it was not because of her changing habits or putting on weight but because of her pregnancy, and it made her tits oversensitive. She pulled him back to her face when she couldn't handle the pleasure. Their eyes met again, and she didn't want anything but wanted him inside her badly. As if he heard her thoughts, he guided himself inside her and moved slower than usual, as if he realized the changes in her body. It had just been one week since she got to know, and she already felt many changes in her body. He moved slowly and continued to kiss her breast with every deep thrust. She didn't feel like he was doing it for his pleasure; if he did, she knew it would be wild. She started to feel the throb, and it increased with each thrust. He raised his head to her sweaty face and pulled her face and kissed her forehead and then her lips. His kiss on her lips synced with their climax. They came together. Before she could catch her breath, he rolled away and pulled her close to his chest. Both were trying to catch their breath, she turned towards him when she realized that she completely forgot the fact that he was not well. She didn't know how she reacted, but he chuckled in response.

"Let's catch up on some sleep; it's almost three in the morning!" he said and hugged her tight.

***

As always, he was the first person to wake up, and she was still in his arms. Unlike the previous time, he didn't rush to the washroom; he stayed, having her in his embrace. He wasn't doing it just because he felt a strong connection with her due to the news she shared with him. But he decided on the day when she chose to ignore the issue she had with his mom without bringing it to his notice. On that day, he understood his mistake; she kept him away from that because he confused her with his feelings. And he would never repeat that mistake. She moved slightly away from his embrace, but his arms still secured her, and there was a jerk in her posture indicating that she was fully awake and confused.

"This is my husband's arm." She confusingly turned around him only to get jerked. He was confused.

"Oh my god! Who are you?" She questioned him while pulling the sheets tightly to her chest.

"How?" She turned concerned and touched his face while securely holding the sheets with the other hand.

"You are real," she said. Over time, he realized that she was making fun of him.

"Hello, Sir. My husband is probably in the bathroom finishing up. I'm afraid he might be a bit grumpy in the morning, so it might be best to head out before he comes back," she said only to jerk in and fall next to him again. Before she could speak, he placed his lips above hers and kissed her hard.

"It means I was not dreaming." She chuckled when he broke the kiss.

"No, you are not! Hereafter, Mr. Oberoi will be available for you even in the mornings," he said, kissing her forehead.

"It means we will have breakfast and lunch together?" She asked him out of the blue, and then he realized how much she yearned for little things.

"Yes," he replied.

"Spending time with you on Sundays?" She asked him.

"Yes," he replied.

"And will you drop me in the hospital also?" She asked. He pulled her close.

"I will do everything! And I am sorry!" He said.

"Saying sorry doesn't suit you, Shivaay." She bit her tongue. "Sorry, Mr. Oberoi." However much she tried to smoothen the situation, he was still guilty that he lacked in many ways, and he promised himself that he would compensate for everything.

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