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{Third person's pov}
Kiara was on the bed while Ekansh was sitting next to her, her mother and his grandmother were sitting on the couch.
"You know Kiara, when you were unconscious he was sitting there lifeless, we never knew he could love someone so much." His grandmother said and Kiara smiled. She looked at Ekansh who forwarded a spoon of porridge towards her.
She took a bite and stared at him, "we should go then," her mother said and his grandmother nodded, they told Ekansh to go home and freshen up but he was not ready to leave her side.
As they left Kiara stared at him, "Your eyes are still swollen," He chuckled softly, his gaze still fixed on her face. "I must be looking weird" he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of weariness and affection.
He reached out to gently brush a stray strand of hair away from her forehead, his touch tender. "But it doesn't matter," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "As long as you're okay, nothing else matters."
She smiled and held his hand, "What if I couldn't make it?" His grip on her hand tightened, a pained look crossing his face at the question. "Don't say that," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "Don't even think about it. You're here, you're alive. That's all that matters."
"When can I see our baby?" She asked, He smiled softly, his expression filled with adoration. "Soon, love," he reassured her. "As soon as you're strong enough, we'll bring our baby to you."
She nodded in understanding, "Baby," she whispered, "Yes, love?" he asked softly, his gaze fixed on her face.
"My back hurts so much," she whispered, He immediately stood up, concern etched on his face. "Let me help you, love."
He carefully helped her sit up, his movements gentle and tender. He adjusted the pillow behind her back, making sure she was comfortable.
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A month passed and Kiara was sitting on the living room with their Daughter, Dhriti.
She was breastfeeding her when Ekansh came back from his office, He had an important meeting today.
He walked through the door, his gaze instantly drawn to Kiara and their baby. A warm smile spread across his face as he stepped closer, leaning down to kiss the top of Kiara's head.
"How's my beautiful girls doing?" he asked softly, his hand gently caressing Dhriti's cheek.
"I am trying to make her sleep but she is awake from the morning, I couldn't even eat lunch." Kiara complained.
He chuckled softly, gently stroking Dhriti's soft hair. "She's just like her mother, always full of energy," he teased, his eyes filled with affection.
He turned his attention back to Kiara, his expression turning serious. "You should take care of yourself too, love," he said softly. "You need to eat and rest as well."
"It's hard to handle her alone, Ever since dadi left it feels impossible to me. Am I a bad mother?" Kiara asked.
He shook his head immediately, his voice firm yet tender. "No, love, you're an amazing mother. It's natural to feel overwhelmed, but you're doing an incredible job."
"Now sit here, I will make something for you." He pecked her forehead and walked inside the kitchen after keeping his coat on the couch.
He started making dinner for both of them, Once Shruti fell asleep she placed her in the crib and walked inside the kitchen.
She walked inside and hugged him from behind, "Thank you for always being perfect."
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he felt her arms wrap around him. He continued cooking, the familiar rhythm of cooking bringing him a sense of comfort.
"I'm far from perfect, love," he chuckled softly, "but I try my best for you and our little one."
"I am tired of my periods, when will this end?" She complaint frustratingly. "Am I having this because I didn't have them for eight months during pregnancy?"
He turned off the gas and turned around to face her, his arms slipping around her waist. "Your body needs time to adjust, love," he soothed, his hands rubbing her back gently.
"It might take a while for your cycle to regulate after the pregnancy and breastfeeding."
His gaze softened. "But you're doing great, love. Your body is still recovering and your hormones are fluctuating. It's completely normal."
She nodded and hugged him, "I am glad you are so understanding." He held her close, rubbing her back soothingly. "Always, love," he murmured, his voice filled with reassurance.
"We're in this together, and I'll always be here to support you, through thick and thin." She looked at him and pecked his lips.
He smiled against her lips, his hand brushing the hair away from her face. "You know, you're even more beautiful when you're tired," he teased, his eyes filled with affection.
"Pretty?" She chuckled sarcastically, "look at these stretch marks." She lifted her top up to show him her belly.
His eyes roamed over her body, taking in the sight of the stretch marks. "And what about them? They're proof of the incredible feat you achieved." he said softly, his hand gently tracing the marks on her stomach. "They make you even more beautiful, love."
"Liar," she rolled her eyes, He chuckled softly, his fingers still tracing the stretch marks. "No lies here, love," he said, his voice filled with certainty.
"Every part of you is beautiful, including these marks. They're a reminder of the beautiful miracle you created."
She looked at him with love, "Don't you feel I look less attractive now?"
He gently held her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Less attractive?" he repeated incredulously.
"Love, you're even more attractive to me now. You carried our child for nine months and gave birth to her. That's the most beautiful and incredible thing a woman can do."
He caressed her cheek gently, his expression filled with admiration. "You're a strong, incredible woman, and I love you even more than before."
She smiled and hugged him again, "I love you so much, Mr. Shekhawat." He enveloped her in a tight embrace, his heart swelling with love. "And I love you more, Mrs. Shekhawat," he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead.
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