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Author's POV koushalya's phone biped with a msg alarming her consciousness. with a little difficulty, she opened her heavy eyes and looked at the screen of her phone, it was Ram. gulping her dry throat she gathered all her strength she brought the phone near her face and opened the WhatsUp. *in msg*" Where are you still? by this time you should be here right ? like usual"she read his concern-filled msg and replied to him with maximum words to save her already drained energy. " @ bus stop, can you pick me up? pls " she hit the send button and sat there leaning her head to the pillar of the bus stop, she was sitting beside. again her phone biped with continuous msg from Ram, by this time she knew what would be the msg. so, without even reading that msg, she tapped on the location-sharing option and sent it. Once making sure that her message was delivered she kept the phone down on h
Ram's POV The moment I said those words, my heart went into silent mode. Everything around me seemed so quiet that I could hear her breathing sound. looking at her from the corner of my eyes, I prayed for a positive response from her. I could feel the drop of sweat sliding down from my forehead to my neck, following my chest it vanished somewhere between my hoodie. The moment of nervousness made me sweat in this cold monsoon weather of monsoon. gripping the steering wheel I continued to drive, focusing on the way. It's not like in many movies they show a female lead with a hundred percent good qualities and beautiful features all the time in every station. but NO, life isn't movies nor is she an actress whose job is to perform the role of someones. Here, Koushalya is a real-life character. She has flaws like every human being has. she doesn't act, she lives her role. She makes mistakes, she chooses wrong and she lets out he
Koushalya's POV For the past fifteen minutes, I've been turning and tossing on my bed rather than sleeping. It is almost 12:45 and sleep is far away from me. how would I sleep if my heart and mind kept arguing loud? There were a bunch of questions and I was assuming every possible answer by myself so that I could sleep but nothing worked really. Ram's sudden expression of feelings created havoc inside me. I'm not able to think wisely. Why is it me? I always end up in a state of confusion that I can't decide what to decide. I genuinely respect his feelings, but at the same time am I willing for this ? can Ram be that one person, who I expected in Sanjiv? but got nothing other than disappointment and scars. isn't every human being always wanting that one person who would stay by them no matter what the issue and situation are? that person, with whom we would like to go grocery shopping. the person with whom w
Author's POV " sit here, I'll enquire about him from the receptionist," said Ram while looking at koushalya who's eyes were roaming all over the hallway of the hospital. " koushy…" he called her to get her attention. Koushalya hummed in response. " hmm " " I said, sit here I'll come back in a moment " he rasped trying to keep his voice lower. He was pissed, annoyed, and angry for so many things that were eating his peace. jealousy and anger were at their peak yet he tried his best to present himself as normal as he can. Because he didn't want to scare her, nor would he want to affect her decision. if she wants to meet her ex-husband then it's up to her, he can't emphasize his moods on her. making sure that she sat on the waiting chair he walked to the receptionist to enquire about Sanjiv meanwhile Koushalya sat there, gulping her saliva and roaming her eyes around her. The smell of the hospital sent a weird sensation that she felt like puke, a little bitter with undertones of the
Author's POV Ram was standing at the edge of a balcony relay with his hands inside his pants pocket. his eyes were staring at the gloomy and rush full city. The starry sky was aglow with bright city lights. The pale crescent shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. He looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity. a wave of chill wind hit his skin to bring him back to the real world from his imaginary world. running his fingers in his hairs, he breathed In that calm nature. A silly smile followed him thinking of how grateful he is for the people and things he gets in his life. first his parents then his sister and now Koushalya. he felt like God is being too good to him by granting his wishes. today
Author's POV " pick the damn call " Ram irritably whispered, rubbing his temple. his unstable eyes were roaming around him for no reason at all. with each passing minute, the tension was building up inside him, making his heartbeats rise. " shit.." he cursed, throwing his phone on the bed, his phone jumped once on the bed due to his force. For the two horses, he was trying to call Koushalya who had been not attending his call, and after ten missed calls from him she switched off her phone giving him a mini heart attack. Ram was tensed not knowing what to do, where to find her. He needed to communicate with her in any way but she wasn't cooperating. &nbs
Author's POV Koushalya turned to her right side and tried to concentrate on her sleep, but the discomfort of her lower region was not letting her catch some sleep. cherishing her palms over her belly she yawned lazily while opening her eyes. seeing the darkness around her, she took a moment to adjust her gaze. placing her hands on the bed she lifted herself to sit straight on the bed. spreading her legs wide she made herself a little comfortable. Nowadays she feels good while stinging her legs, this string position gives a few moments of rest to her grown belly. She feels more comfortable on the floor than on the couch or chair. Sometimes she can feel the stretching of her belly. till her second trimester, she enjoyed the boost of energy she had got, but now as she began with the third trimester she started to feel a little more tired than
Author's POV Koushalya's eyes flickered a few times before she opened them, still half asleep. She roamed her eyes around the room, she realized it wasn't her room. It took her a few seconds to memorize what happened last night. her cheeks turned into beetroot knowing she was sleeping in his arms. goosebumps arrived on her skin being this close with him. her head was nearly on his crook of the neck while he was holding her from her waist. she could smell his natural body scent which made her blush hard. The duvet was no longer on them due to their sleeping position. her hands were surrounding him. lifting her head she made sure that he's still asleep. Koushalya smiled seeing his calm and peaceful features. His one-week-old unshaved beards were covering almost all his face parts, his thick eyebrows and perfect round shaped eyes were on show for h