The forced marriage (second epilogue)

 The Forced Marriage

Second epilogue...

(this part could be read as a OS too)

 

Note: I know it's crazy and insane to do a second epilogue to the same FF...it can't be...but...someone is missing the Forced marriage and requested that to me weeks back... I'm missing the FM too...
I dedicate this second epilogue to my little and dear friend Lopa...to tell her how much I love her...and to tell her that all her requests are orders...

she's also the fan number 1 of the-crazy-girl...and my first psychological support...
(LOve you my lopa :))))) :*
I know that some of you read the FM and loved it too...so, enjoy :******

-oh ! no watermelon !

He said beating on the milky hand touching the fruit…

She looks at him pouting…

-Milk?

He said holding a cup of milk to her…

-I hate milk!

-no! You love milk!

He said making her take the cup…

He looks at her that fire look…

Without arguing she took the cup…

He smirked…

She looked at the cup giving disgusted look…

And made a mistake to look at him…

He gestured her to drink…

-i…won’t…

She said like a baby…

-you want!

He said challenging her

-finish the cup Khushi Singh Raizada!

-the baby hates milk!

-my son loves milk! Come on!

She looks down…making a pouty face…

Her tummy is now so big and she’s on her eight month…

But looking always more beautiful…cutter…sweetest woman he has known ever…

In the whole life…

Now…she’s using his T-shirts…feeling comfortable on only them…

He has bought for her many outfits for pregnant women…but…no, no, no…

to drive him crazy….

She wears his t-shirts or shirts and only them…leaving her bare legs like that…moving freely and walking here and there in the whole room…

Of course lazily, pouting her hands on her tummy…thinking she will help herself like that…

He likes it…

He likes all of her acts and talks and gestures…

Khushi thought that he can’t understand her…

Her back is paining due to the weight she’s holding…and she’s always hungryyy…..

How he can understand while he’s not feeling what she’s feeling…

She wants real food and not that milk…

She’s hungry and if he’s not going to act!! She will eat him up…

He’s eating his fruit with cold blood…

And for her an apple and a cup of milk…

Over dose of healthy food…She hates it…

She puts the milk aside and she holds her tummy…caressing it…

-mum is sorry baby…you still hungry tonight because your paa is egoist and so…for desert, I got milk and a poor green apple!

Arnav smirks…leaving his plate of fruits…he looks at her…he approaches her…

They are on their huge messy bed…

He pulled up the t-shirt she wears…uncovering her tummy…he posed an intense kiss in there…feeling his warm lips on her skin…she caresses his hair…

-baby don’t believe mum…she’s always like that…me! I’m your paa…here we are talking man to man…right? Me…I’m telling you: milk is the best for you!

What make Khushi the happiest woman ever is those kinds of discussions…Arnav and his baby have…she starts to be all amused when her husband…leaned on her tummy like that…whispering to their son…and kissing her in the process…she likes it…

-but what about me? I want some chocolate…right now…

Arnav smiles to her and then starts kissing all over her tummy…from down to upper…till he comes to her lips…

He then stops his kisses and looks at her…

-you drink the milk, I give the chocolate!

He said challenging her…

-you give the chocolate, I give you a kiss!

Arnav pecks her lips…:

-I took already the kiss…you drink the milk!

Khushi took the milk…

She starts drinking it…

Arnav leave the bed, he opens his closet…took out a packet of chocolate…he has thought she will ask for that so he’s keeping many chocolates for her in his closet…secretly hiding for her…

Khushi is in a hurry to finish the milk now…seeing the packet…

-good girl!

- I finish it! You give me!

-what?

-Arnav!!!

He smiles at her innocence and opens the packet…

She wanted to take the packet her….but he was opening it and she is waiting like a little kid…

He took his time…the tablet of delicious chocolate was in his hand…he breaks a little piece of it…

Her eyes were following only that piece now…between his fingers…

He took it in between his lips…looking at her…

He approaches his lips from hers.…she took the piece and he took a peck right on her lips…

He felt satisfied…

The chocolate melts on her mouth and she ate it all smiling cutely to him…

He looks at her…

Ar:-you love it?

Kh:-I love you!

He smiles and gives her the packet…

A:-I love you too!

He kisses her forehead…

She took another piece on her mouth and looks at him…she leaned a little…closer to his mouth…wanting to give him the chocolate….

He took it and took her lips with it….he kissed them…softly…

-you remember the chocolate kiss?

-our first honeymoon!

-yes

He said licking his lips…after their kiss…he makes her lay on the bed…

He caresses her tummy…

-now tummy is full?

-mmm…

Now, it’s also hard for her to lay down alone…

Arnav has to do it for her…he helped her…his strong hands making her lay…

Arnav covered her by the blanket…

-feeling sleepy?

-not yet…

He pecked her lips…

And then he comes to hug her…

He lies just beside of her and his hand comes to hold her…

Her hand touches his face…and then she caresses his hair…

-I’m sure the baby will be a copy of his papaa, I adore everything about you, I keep looking at you and thinking about you all the time…my baby will have your hair, your eyes, your lips…every detail…

Arnav smirks…

-mmm…you will have two Arnav to torture you, right?

-wrong! I will have two Arnav to love me…

Arnav gets closer…but the tummy comes in between…

He looks down smirking…

-little Arnav is possessive also!

Khushi smiles and she turns to the other side softly…

Arnav hugs her from behind…

Her head is now on his chest…she is between his arms…

-I’m scared Arnav…

Arnav holds her more…

Leaned a little to see her face…

-and why?

-because…because you know it’s difficult…to deliver a baby…

-but this is not the first time, right? And then I’m here…I will be there for you…always!

Khushi holds his hand which is now on her tummy…

She holds it so tight…and slept feeling safe that he said that and that he’s holding her so tight…

Arnav also sleep…holding her…

*****

The morning comes…

Little khushi knocked the door and opens it difficultly to get in her parents room…

-wake up…wake up this is jalebi…

But khushi and Arnav are sleeping…still holding each other…

Little Khushi…looks at them pouting…

-Papaa…maa…wake up…

Little khushi comes above the bed…

She kissed Khushi’s cheek and Arnav’s cheek…but no one of them move…deeply sleeping…

Little khushi pouted again…

-Papaa…maa…wake up, na…me I woke up…

Arnav opens his eyes…finally but difficultly…

-Jalebi sleep! it’s 6 o’clock… we need to sleep to grow up…

-but paa…

huhhh...that little khushi is stubborn like her mum...

-I said sleep now, still early, it’s Sunday!

Little khushi comes to her paa and maa's bed…all pouting...

-your bro is still sleeping too…

Arnav shows her khushi’s tummy…

-ohhh…

Little khushi understands…and just comes to sleep in the other side beside Arnav…

Arnav feeling that he’s like holding all his family in between his arms…

He just couldn’t sleep again…

Why would he sleep…

People sleep to dream…and his dream is lying beside him…same bed…

His dream: is his love…his family…