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His eyes widened in shock and disbelief, his hand freezing on her back. He stared at her for a moment, processing her words. "You're... pregnant?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded with a soft smile, still clutching his arms to support herself. He was still reeling, struggling to process the news. He pulled her closer, his arms going around her waist, holding her tightly.
"You're sure? You're not messing with me?" He asked, his voice filled with a mixture of excitement and disbelief.
"Why would I lie?" She asked, sitting on the passenger seat, "Let's go home first."
He nodded and got back into the driver's seat, still in a bit of a daze. He started the car and began to drive, his mind racing as he thought about the news.
He was going to be a father. The reality of it all was still sinking in, and he felt a mix of emotions- excitement, pride, and a hint of nervousness.
"I can't believe it," he murmured, his eyes glancing over at her. She smiled at him and placed one of his hands on her stomach, "we are having a baby."
He felt a surge of emotion as he felt the gentle curve of her stomach, his hand resting on it protectively. The reality of the situation sank in fully, and he felt a wave of happiness wash over him.
"We're having a baby," he repeated, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He glanced over at her, his gaze softening.
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He parked the car, and walked towards the passenger seat, he immediately picked her up and walked inside the mansion. "I can walk, husband."
He held her in his arms, his grip firm and steady. "I know you can," he replied, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "But I'm enjoying carrying you."
"Or is it because you got to know we are having a little you or me?" She raised an eyebrow.
He laughed softly and nodded. "Perhaps a bit of both," he admitted, his gaze roaming over her face. "I just want to hold you as close as possible."
"So you love the baby more?" She asked. "Oh come on, you know I love you more baby," he replied.
He carried her into their bedroom and gently set her down on the bed. He hovered over her for a moment, his gaze roaming over her face.
"I'm just happy," he murmured, a grin forming on his lips. "And excited."
She smiled, "Mr. Shekhawat it's dinner time, and you gave day off to the maids, so change your clothes and get to work in the kitchen."
He raised an eyebrow at her, a grin playing on his lips. "You want me to cook dinner now? Aren't you tired?" he asked, his voice playful.
"I am hungry too." She replied, "Now I have to feed your baby too."
He chuckled softly and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Alright, alright." He relented. "I'll go change and start cooking."
He stood up and headed towards the closet, quickly changing into more comfortable clothes.
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Kiara woke up in the morning just to witness him getting ready for the office, "Good morning, baby."
He turned around, a smile forming on his face as he saw her stirring. "Good morning, love." He finished buttoning up his shirt and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to her.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, his hand gently brushing some stray hair off her face.
She nodded with a small smile, "Wait a few minutes, I will get ready and you can drop me at my makeup studio on your way."
He nodded, his expression softening. "No rush," he reassured. "We've got time."
He sat on the bed, watching her as she got up and headed towards the bathroom. His gaze trailed over her body, admiring her curves.
His eyes lingered on her as she got ready, a possessive feeling coursing through him.
She hurriedly did everything and got back wearing an ankle length frok, "let's go."
He watched her, amused at her hurry. "Someone's eager," he teased as he stood up and grabbed his keys.
He walked over to the door and held it open for her, his gaze roaming over her one more time. "After you."
The drive was silent, just his hands resting on her thighs as he drove through the traffic, "I forgot to tell you, my mom is inviting us for dinner." She said.
He glanced over at her, his grip tightening slightly on her thigh. "Your mom is inviting us," he repeated her words, a small sense of unease settling in his gut.
"Okay," he simply responded, his eyes returning to the road. She smiled at his answer and pecked his cheeks.
He chuckled softly at her gesture, his grip loosening on her thigh. "You're trying to sweeten me up, aren't you?" he teased, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Why would I do that?" She raised an eyebrow. He chuckled again, a twinkle in his eyes. "To get your way, of course."
He gave her thigh a gentle squeeze, his hand roaming over her skin, his touch possessive.
She smirked, "I have enough rights on you to get my ways, husband."
He chuckled at her response, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Oh, do you now?" he teased, his hand sliding further up her thigh. "And just what rights might those be, wife?"
"Each and every right, like I can do this and you can't stop me." She whispered and started s!cking on his neck.
He took a deep breath, his hand gripping her thigh tightly as desire coursed through him. "You're playing a dangerous game, love," he warned, his voice low and rough.
His eyes darted around, checking for any cameras or other cars around them. She shrugged and backed off, looking at the art she made on his skin, "Now everyone knows you belong to me."
He rolled his eyes, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "You're so possessive, you know that?"
He shook his head, trying to focus on the road. But he couldn't deny the thrill he felt, knowing that he belonged to her and she had marked him as hers.
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It was evening and she was almost done with her work, so she stepped out of her makeup studio and booked a cab to reach his office.
As she reached there she walked inside and took the elevator, as she reached the reception she asked the receptionist, "On which floor is Mr. Shekhawat?"
The receptionist looked at Kiara up and down and spoke, "You need to take appointment before meeting sir."
"Um... I am his wife." Kiara replied with a soft smile, but to her surprise the receptionist scoffed, "look at you, and then compare yourself to Mr. Shekhawat. Liar."
Kiara frowned and then smiled, "Oh so you don't think I am his wife. You will regret showing this arrogance to me, by the way your eyeliner is not equal, and the lips are over lined."
With that Kiara pulled out her phone and dialed his number, soon he came towards the reception and looked at Kiara, who walked towards him and hugged him.
He didn't expect to see her there, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly, his irritation immediately replaced by a mixture of surprise and happiness.
When she pulled away, he looked down at her, his gaze softening. "I wasn't expecting to see you here," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"Mr. Shekhawat, can you do me a favour?" Kiara raised an eyebrow.
He raised an eyebrow of his own, curious about what would come next. "Sure, what is it?" he asked, his arms still wrapped around her.
"Fire her." She looked at him sternly. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Fire her?" he echoed, clearly taken aback by the request.
He looked over at the receptionist, who was currently giving her a dirty look. He let out a sigh and nodded. "Alright, I'll fire her."
Kiara looked at the receptionist who was shocked now, "I told you, you will regret being arrogant."
The receptionist opened her mouth to protest, but Ekansh interrupted her. "You heard my wife," he said, his tone firm. "You're fired."
She spluttered, eyes widening. "But- but you can't just fire me! I'm your best receptionist!"
He raised an eyebrow, his expression hardening. "Correction, you were my best receptionist," he replied coolly. "Now you're out of a job, so get out of my office before I throw you out myself."
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