"Phool me jis tarha khushboo achi lagti hain
Mujhko us tarha meri maa achchi lagti hain
Allah slamat aur khush rakhe meri maa ko,
Sari duaon me mujhe ye dua achchi lagti hai"

"tumhe kya lagta hai gauri..ki chote o ane wala hai ya choti ri?" om asked, putting his newspaper down to stare at her belly.

"mujhe nai pata ...par mujhe lagta hai ki yeh bachi hogi..." she rubbed her belly. "mein na hamesha bachi chahti thi...mujhe use voh sab dena hai jo har ek bachi ko milti hai par mujhe nai mili." said in a sad voice

"koi naam socha hai tum.baby keliye?" om asked changing the topic

"No, not really." she paused, watching him watch her rub her belly. "Do you want to feel? It's moving around."

"nai mein theek hoon."

"omkaraji. I know you've never felt the baby move.( Omkara ji hume pata h aap kavi mehsus nai kiye hai baby k movement) So, why not?"

"I just. I don't want to hurt it or you."( Bs mai tumhe taqleef nai pahuchana chahta)

"You won't." she chuckled before taking his hand and placing it on her stomach. she watched his face as he felt the baby move around at his touch. He smiled from ear to ear, making her smile. "hamne kaha na aapse..ham dono ek dum theek hai..."

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stay tuned to know more ....i will update the first short after this prologue crosses atleast 50 votes and 90+reads...please dont dissapoint me...please...bahut mehnat kiya hai...

hi guys...lubna here...and this is a three shots on rikara and hope u guys like it....please please...do read ... vote and comment too....say if i shd compleate it or not.....please do support guys...and silent readers please...please...please... do vote....please....i take a lot of effort in writing these....

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lubna shafi

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