The fate of her love

CHAPTER 8

After our amazing morning, I expressed to her how lucky I am to get her and she expressed the same thing. Literally, the same thing. According to her, I, Vikas, who is 'innocent' should get a 'mature' and 'practical' wife like her and therefore I am lucky to have her. After one hour of playful banter, I started getting ready for the office. Yesterday, I forgot to mention about my wedding with Jessica.

Jessica said her goodbye with a shy kiss and I enjoyed the blush on her face. Her face was glowing due to some reason... Maybe, these are the symptoms of pregnancy. s**t! Pregnancy! We never confirmed it. I told her to remain ready at the time of my arrival so that we could go to a hospital. I don't believe in pregnancy tests as they may be false. So, it's better to take her to the hospital.

I remember taking her at the exact day of her ovulation. I couldn't say the reason for raping her. But yesterday, I found my reason. I was insecure, jealous, hurt because at that time she loved Gaurav more than me. I was somewhere hesitant to tell her my real identity because I never wanted to get hurt. What if she forgot me? What if she would still love Gaurav more than me?

But no, yesterday's events told me that my wifey loves me more than anything. But I am curious. Why is she still not showing symptoms of her pregnancy?

I was fearful for our future. What if I am the guy with the fault? What if I could never have a baby with her? I also want a family...

Just then, my car reached my office and the driver opened my door. With a quick thank you and a smile to the driver, I entered in the office and went to the last floor.

There I met Arzoo, my abbu's and now my personal secretary. She explained me my schedule. After getting my schedule, which comprised of one meeting before the lunch and two meetings after it, I mumbled a quick thank you to her.

I entered my cabin and started planning for the meeting. It was the meeting with different departments. I have to make sure that their work is managed efficiently and also, honest supervisors supervise them. Any mistake from their side can bring a huge loss to this company.

Till lunch, I was exhausted. Then, I remembered my wife. I called her.

"Hello. How was your first day?"

"Hello Jessie. My first day was very exhausting and guess what, the day didn't even end. I am so tired. I want to come home in your embrace as fast as possible."

"I knew it. That's why there is a surprise for you. Open your cabin door."

I opened the cabin door and all my confusion flew out of the window when the woman I love the most was in front of me, with a big smile on her face, a mobile on her ear and a Tiffin in her hands.

"Hey! That was a pleasant surprise... Come in. I thought I have to order something. But no, my wife is perfect. She already arranged everything. I love you so much Jaan."

(Jaan is a Hindi endearment meaning life.)

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by wife?"

Fuck! What did just happen?

Nothing. You just dug your own grave.

My subconscious retorted.

Jessica takes every Hindu ritual seriously even if she is not even a Hindu. And the irony, I, being a Hindu, neglected the most important ritual of one's life, marriage.

"Actually, Jessica, I submitted our marriage certificate yesterday."

"I don't care. I want a wedding with all the Hindu rituals."

I exhaled a breath which I never knew I was holding. Thank God she is not upset. Wait! Not upset?

"Are you not upset with me?"

"I am but I want to save every anger for later. I will deal with you later but now, I just want to have a lunch with you."

We finished our lunch and I was once again fearful. Not for baby, but for me. Hey Vishnu Bhagwan, cool her anger before I reach home please. I beg you.

But I never knew that the fear I was feeling was not because of that. It was like a feeling which says that something bad is going to happen... I don't know what this is. But this time, this fear is the greatest I have ever felt...