Ranvijay POV

I could be anymore happier. No.

I could be any more worried. No.

My baby was pregnant at the age of twenty and two. Her physique was still petite. And I did not know how she would be able to deliver the babies and handle being a mother.

Staring at her, I just could not help but feel an ache in my heart.

I should have been more careful. It was not planned, and it was not exactly how I thought.

"What are you thinking, Hukum?" she asked in her low voice, and I lifted my gaze from her tiny little belly to her, shaking my head.

"Now, you need to take a lot of care, okay?" I said, and she laughed.

"Why? Are you going somewhere?" she asked, and I smiled, collecting her in my arms and kissing her cheeks.

"I am not going anywhere, but no more hitting your toes on furniture, tripping on carpets, sitting for long hours, and anything stressful," I reminded her, and she just smiled and hugged me.

"I am so healthy, Hukum. I cannot even feel anything. It's been one month, and I have not shown any symptoms," she said, and I caressed her back and closed my eyes.

I really wanted a smooth and easy pregnancy for her.

"Do not worry, Hukum," she said, and I inhaled deeply, kissing her cheek.

"I am not. I love you so much," I could not stop myself from saying, and she pulled back with a wide smile and moved off my lap.

"I should go and tell Jiji," she said with a wide smile. "She will be so happy," Her beautiful smile made me smile even wider, and I nodded.

She looked even more beautiful in this yellow. I felt like holding her all day.

Once she left, I stood up and looked after a few things.

Things were going smoothly in the Kingdom, but it was Princess Rudraja's first birthday in a month, and the whole Kingdom had gone crazy.

Time was literally flying.

Amid the court meetings, work responsibilities, and Aishwarya busy with her business and work, I often felt deprived of her love and missed our initial days of marriage.

It was not like her priorities had changed, but yes, she had grown more serious about the other things.

Our relationship was a saga of duty and desires now.

Still, we managed to hold each other in our arms every day.

After wrapping up a few things, I also went to the court. And, in the middle of the way, I met Bhaisa.

"Ranvijay," he called me out, and I stopped, smiling at him.

"Pranam, bhaisa," I wished, and he immediately collected me in a tight hug.

"Nandani told me, congratulations. I am so happy for you," he said, and I did not know why I felt warm in my cheeks.

I could not help but laugh nervously.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Bhaisa," I replied awkwardly, and he just kept staring at me.

A wide grin appeared on his face, and I immediately looked away.

"I think we should head to the court," I said, trying not to make it more embarrassing for me.

I did not know what I was actually embarrassed or nervous about.

The court meetings went well, and Bhaisa suggested letting another two months pass into the pregnancy and then having a feast and celebration.

But, on Rudraja's birthday, we learned something about Agastya.

And I was deeply shocked.

He and Suman were the last things I was expecting in my life. And the things that were revealed before us were even more shocking.

But, it all ended well as they both agreed to get married and a very big celebration happened.

We announced it to the world, and everyone was so happy for us.

Thankfully, Aishwarya's pregnancy was very smooth. There was no sickness, laziness, or weakness, and she was even hungry the whole day.

Her cravings were wild.

"What are you doing?" I asked, and she shivered, turning her head towards me.

She was sitting, sticking to a wall, and her lips had the wall's sand.

"My baby? Are you eating the wall?" I asked, my eyes widened with shock and she just gulped, licking her lips clean.

"I was craving the clay. The smell of the wall was attracting me. And, when I inhaled it, I felt an urge in me to eat it," she said, and I noticed her teeth mark on the corner of the wall.

I did not know if I should cry or laugh.

"But why?" I asked, stepping ahead and sitting near her.

Taking my hand closer, I gently rubbed the slight mud off her lips and caressed her cheek.

"I want to eat clay. The fresh earthen pot clay. I am dying for it," she said, and I inhaled deeply wondering how could I tell her it was not good.

"But, it's not healthy. How about the juice, fruits, vegetables?" I asked.

"Clay," she said and held my hand.

"I want clay, Hukum, just a little," she said, and I clenched my jaw and nodded.

Holding her hand, I brought her to the couch and made her sit comfortably while calling for an attendee.

"Can you get a freshly made Diya?" I asked, and Moni stared at me with confusion.

"Go," I said, clicking my tongue with frustration, and sat beside her.

Her tummy had started growing and the little puff looked very adorable on her.

"How was your day, Hukum?" she asked, lying down and placing her head in my lap. I immediately held her hand over her midriff and smiled at her.

"How was yours? Aishwarya," I asked, and she smiled.

"Same old. I checked the new designs. The sales are getting slower, and the festivals are around, so I'm thinking of launching something new. And, you know, Agastya and Suman fought again," she said, and I squinted my brows, asking.

"Why?"

She chuckled, "Over nothing. They just keep teasing each other. Devarsa wanted to spend time with her, and she was busy with some work," she said, and I smiled.

I took my other hand closer to her head and gently caressed her forehead.

"Are you feeling sick or lazy or tired?" I asked, and she chuckled.

"No, nothing. I love being pregnant. I do not know why I am so happy," she said and immediately sat up. Her Hair flew to one side as she sat closer to me and took my hand to her belly.

"See, my baby is so happy," she said, making me smile. I leaned in to kiss her.

"Our baby," I said, and she giggled.

"Our baby," she repeated and asked.

"Have you thought of any name for him or her?" she asked, and I smiled.

"I have not. But I am sure Agastya would have names for him or her," I said, and she smiled.

"I am waiting impatiently for him to come into my life," her words made me kiss her lips again, and in a few moments, Moni came back with a new Diya.

"Here, it is, Hukum," she said, and the moment Aishwarya straightened her hand to take it, I forwarded mine and took it from her hand.

"Not yet," I said, standing up to take the water in a glass. I dipped it in it and looked at her.

"Only when I will say," I said, and she growled with frustration.

"I hate you," she muttered and hugged me.

I caressed her back and lifted her to get some sleep.

Strangely, she was developing a habit of staying up at night. She said that she just could not fall asleep.

"Hukum," she called me, and I opened my lazy eyes. My fingers gently caress her naked back. She liked my fingers whispering on her skin.

"Hn?" I asked, and he kissed my chest.

"Are you worried?" she asked, looking up at me. I immediately looked at her face with a smile.

"I am just... shocked," I could not stop myself from saying.

She knit her brows with confusion.

"Why?"

Caressing her back, I leaned in closer to kiss her forehead. "Because my baby has grown so much. I have seen Aishwarya who could not even lift her eyes in front of anyone, would not eat well, would not sleep well, and now Aishwarya is contributing to Suryagarh's wealth, has a name of her own in Hind, holding long meetings with dozens of people, sleep snoring, eat more than me, many times, and now having our baby in her," I said, and she chuckled.

"You are lying. I have never eaten more than you," she said with a timid face, and I immediately brought my hand closer to her cheek.

"I have not even licked a clay, and you ate clay. You definitely ate more than me," I said, and she immediately made a cute, aggressive face.

"It is not me. It is the baby who wants clay," she said, and I chuckled.

"Baby, do not even eat anything yet," I said, and she suddenly sat up, shifted away from me, laid back, and kept her face opposite me.

"Aishwarya," I called out, and she immediately pulled the comforter up and hid her face.

"Aw, my baby, what happened?" I asked, shifting closer to her and placing my arm around her.

"Aapko lagta hai hume mitti khana pasand hai,"

"You think I like eating clay," she complained, and I pulled her closer to me. Her whole body is hidden under the comforter.

"No, I am sorry. I did not mean that," I said, remembering the lessons I had learned during pregnancy, especially staying with her.

And tip number one: Always say sorry, even for breathing. You should be thankful that she has your baby inside her and that her body is changing due to your baby. So, be sorry and thankful for everything. Every fucking thing.

"Aww, I'm sorry. I did not mean that," I said again, gently caressing her arm.

"I hate you. Do not talk to me. You always keep blaming me for everything," she said in a muffled voice, and I immediately shifted closer and caressed her hand.

"I am sorry, baby. I was just concerned about your health. Nothing else; why would I say it otherwise? I love you so much, no?" I tried to say.

Tip number two: If she is pregnant, always make everything good about her. You behaved badly; tell her why and how it benefited her; if it's not, you are in trouble. And, if there is anything bad, accept that it happened because of you. Don't argue. Just accept.

"No, I hate you. I told you it was the baby, not me. Why would I eat clay? I hate getting my nails dirty. It Irks me," she said, almost crying, and I did not know why I started freaking out.

"My baby, please do not cry. Alright, slap me, slap me, alright. I am just sorry," I said, meaning each of my words.

Tip number three: if you are making her cry, even if it's over a stupid piece of sand hitting her eyes, you are doing a hell bad thing. Just do not make her cry. And, if it takes you to rub your nose to make her smile, rub it. She has your baby inside her.

"Why would I slap you? Have I ever slapped you?" she asked, and I gently pulled the comforter low off her face and looked at her tearful eyes.

"Baby, what happened? Cannot I take care of my wife's health?" I asked.

Tip number four: Remind her how important she is to you. How every breath of yours is dependent on her.

"You can, but do not say anything about the clay. I know you are doing this just because I am pregnant. Otherwise, you would not say such sweet things to me," she said, and I tried not to roll my eyes.

Tip number five: Remind her if she keeps forgetting about the love. If she keeps overthinking, overexplain everything to her. If she keeps telling you that you do not love her, spend the whole night telling her how much you do. You are treating a two-year-old baby here.

"Why? No? I always love you, Aishwarya. Always. Do you doubt me?" I asked, and she blinked cryingly, and I immediately pulled her closer in my arms and rubbed her back.

The big, mountain-sized tears rolled down her cheeks, and I could not help but feel insanely bad for even saying anything.

Her mood swings were wild.

"I am sorry, my baby, I am so sorry. Eat a plate full of clay, but stop crying," I said, and she looked up at me with thinned brows and immediately burst into laughter.

"Why would I eat a plate full of clay?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"No, just eat; now your breakfast, lunch, and dinner will be canceled. Chapati made of clay, vegetables are made of clay, and even water is mixed with mud. Are you happy?" I asked, and she pressed her face into my chest, shaking her head.

"No," I chuckled, seeing her cuteness, and kept talking to her until she fell asleep.

But I woke up early at my regular time, and she woke up with me.

"You should sleep a little more," I said, stepping down the bed; she stretched her arms wide and looked at me.

"Take me with you," she said, opening her arms. I immediately took her in my arms and took my lazy beauty to the bathing room.

We both spent quality time bathing together, and I helped her dress up. I tried to spend as much as I could with her.

And, considering her happiness four times with me, Bhaisa gave me liberty in the court meetings and often allowed my absence from work.

Because he knew that we had a baby in our Kingdom.

Things went the same for another six months. I saw how Aishwarya's belly grew bigger. But, just after her sixth month started, the physician disclosed something even more thrilling to us.

"What are you thinking? Is my baby okay?" Aishwarya asked, noticing the physician's confused expression.

She could not digest the fact that it was our baby.

I kept rubbing Aishwarya's hand.

"What happened?" I asked, feeling worried if anything was not good.

With God's grace, Aishwarya had a very smooth pregnancy, and the baby was growing quite active.

"It's not a baby," the physician said suddenly, and Aishwarya immediately looked at me.

"Did I have the wrong seeds?" she asked, and I immediately looked at her with shock.

"They are babies. I can sense two," and when these words came out of her mouth, my eyes widened with shock.

"What?" I asked, and Aishwarya immediately sat up, lowering her gaze to her stomach.

"Two babies? Inside me?" she asked, and Bhabhisa immediately walked inside the bed's area.

"What happened?" she asked with a worried face. Suman was with her as well.

"What happened? Jiji," Suman asked her, and Aishwarya's face looked shocked.

"Jiji, Suman, twins," she said, and they both looked at her with shocked eyes.

"What?" Bhabhisa asked, stepping closer to her and sitting beside her.

"Oh My God! How?" Suman asked and immediately shook her head. "I mean, wow!" she corrected her and I felt too shocked to even react.

Aishwarya pulled her hand from mine and held Bhabhisa's.

"Jiji, how will I deliver them? Two babies. I do not even have space in my stomach. Where would they fit?" she asked, and I could not help but chuckle softly.

"Nandani, how is this possible," Even Suman looked shocked, and I saw them three sitting together with shocked faces.

And, for some obvious reasons, I felt worried, too.

Thankfully, Aishwarya's health stayed in very high spirits with each passing day. No vomiting, no headaches, just nothing. Even she was way more active than she used to be. And, always eating something. She was constantly hungry, which gave her the strength to bear two babies in her belly.

The next few months had also passed quite smoothly until the day of her labor arrived.

"Hukum," she called, and I immediately opened my eyes in the middle of the night.

She was inhaling deeply, caressing her belly. Her belly was really big for her size.

"What happened?" I asked, straightening up, wondering if she was uneasy with the sleeping position.

"Ahhh, I think it's time," she said, and my heart came into my mouth.

"What?" I asked, and she nodded.

"Please call the physician," she said, and I immediately got off the bed and called for Moni.

She went from there, and Aishwarya forwarded her hand to me.

"Hukum," I immediately took her hand, and she stepped down from the bed.

"Why are you standing up? You should rest," I said, and she shook her head.

"I should get into motion," she said, and I held her shoulders and helped her walk a little in the chamber.

The physician, Bhabhisa, Suman, and the other attendees came running.

"Aishwarya, are you okay?" Bhabhisa asked, and I noticed Suman going into the dressing chamber to take out some clothes and order the attendees.

"Get some hot water,"

Their words began to freak me out.

"I think I am having contractions," Aishwarya said, and I could not believe she knew and understood what was about to happen.

She had seen Bhabhisa's pregnancy very closely, and I was thankful that she was mentally prepared for the pain and the labor.

But, it was freaking me out.

"Ahhhh," she cried softly, and I noticed the baby moving in her belly. I immediately stepped closer, placing my arms around her shoulder, and she held my hands.

"It's hurting, Hukum," her words dried my mouth, and for the time in my life I did not know what to say.

"Aouchhhh," she cried again.

"The contractions are coming early. Princess, you should lay down," the physician said, and I helped her lay down. She breathed through her mouth, and I did not know why I began to have sweat beads on my forehead.

"Hukum," she said, smiling weakly at me.

"Are you worried?" her words brought tears to my eyes, and I shook my head.

"I can do it," she said, and I nodded, gulping the lump in my throat.

She lay down on the bed, and the physicians asked her to change.

I excused myself, and Bhabhisa and Suman helped her change into an inner.

"Ahhhhhhh," her deep cry filled the whole chamber, and I could not help but close my eyes for a moment. My palms began to sweat, and I did not know why I felt my fingers shaking.

I had seen so much in my life, but never had I been this shaky and teary.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," another cry forwarded, and I immediately turned around to go there. Parting the curtains, I walked towards her and sat beside her. I noticed Bhabhisa holding her other hand and Suman rubbing her feet.

The physician pulled the sheet up and looked at her condition.

"Princess, try pushing; I can see the head closer," the physician said, and I noticed Aishwarya caressing her belly. She shook her head, and I immediately held her hand tightly.

She looked at me.

"I cannot," she said in an uneven breath, and I did not know why my heartbeats were so loud that I could feel like dying any moment.

"Come on, Aishwarya," Bhabhisa said, and I felt tongue-tied. My fingers were shaking, and she cried out louder.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Oh My God!" her shaky voice shivered me, and tears appeared in my eyes.

I could not see her like this.

I immediately looked at the physician.

"Do something; she is crying," I said with the cry, and Bhabhisa immediately glared at me.

"Devarsa, you are not helping. Do not cry; she is doing so much better," Bhabhisa said, and I shook my head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhh," Aishwarya's other cry made my blurry vision angle towards her now sweaty face. She pressed her teeth tightly, and suddenly, he pulled her hand back from me and fisted on the bed's board behind her.

"Come on, princess, that's nice. You can do it. A little more, it's getting better," the physician said, and I did not know what was happening to me.

She was shaking. And she inhaled deeply.

"Come on, Aishwarya, come on. A little more, it's going good," Bhabhisa said, gently caressing her head and making her look at herself.

"Come on, you can do it. You are so strong," she said, and I did not know why I was sitting tongue-tied.

And suddenly, Aishwarya looked at me and slapped me right on my arm.

"What are you doing here? And why are you crying? I am not going to die," she yelled at me, and I did not know why, but listening to her, I broke into more cries.

Why was she so much in pain?

Why did I even think of babies?

Why did we even have sex?

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly, another wave of pain hit her, and she trembled like a fish out of water. Her eyes tore up, and she screamed loudly in her lungs.

"Aishwarya," I called out in a breaking voice and tried to hold her hand. She held it tightly and looked at me.

She shook her head and signaled me not to cry, but I could not help myself. The tears were flowing continuously.

"Good. A little more, Princess. You are doing really, really great," the physician said, and Aishwarya's crying grew louder.

My heart sank deeper. I did not know why my chest felt heavy all of a sudden. My gaze felt blurry.

"Devarsa, you should go outside," Bhabhisa said, glaring at me.

I shook my head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jiji," Aishwarya cried even louder. Her whole body trembled.

"Come on, Aishwarya. Just a little more. Please, please," Bhabhisa said to her, caressing her forehead. Aishwarya closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath.

She shook her head.

"It's hurting a lot," she said, and I immediately shifted closer to her.

"Aishwarya," I called her in my shaky and trembling voice. More tears fell from my eyes, and I immediately wiped them away.

"Hukum, I cannot do it. It's too much," she broke into painful cries, and I noticed the foot imprints on her belly.

I felt scared to death. For a moment, the thought of babies tearing her belly crossed my mind, and I immediately looked at her.

"Try harder," I did not know what to say, so she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

"Please, baby, please. I know it's hurting a lot, but do not close your eyes," I muttered and she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Try pushing again, Princess. You are doing really well. Just keep going," The physician said, and she nodded.

"Come on, Aishwarya, just a few strong pushes. You are strong, you are healthy, you will forget the pain, come on," Bhabhisa said, and I just kept staring at her sweaty face.

I could not even thing of any such motivational words.

What the hell had happened to me?

I did not know why all of a sudden, when Aishwarya's scream increased, I felt my gaze blurry. And, everything turned dark.

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