He looked sharp, like he hadn't even tried, and Lavika definitely noticed.
Lavika herself went bold and trendy—a statement brown oversized leather jacket layered over a soft cream cardigan, a black mini skirt hugging her frame, and chunky black knee-high boots grounding her steps.
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Her hair was brushed into soft waves, lips tinted just enough to match her mood: calm on the outside, fluttering within.
While she got ready, Ishaan rushed to the kitchen and came back in record time with her coffee.
She took a sip, humming in appreciation.
"You should eat something too," he said, pulling on his watch.
"I will, at the hospital café with a colleague," she replied while adjusting her jacket. "I'm already late."
He didn't push.
Just nodded, eyes flicking to her stomach once before offering her a crooked smile.
By 8:20 AM, he dropped her at the hospital with a kiss on her temple and a soft "Text me when you're free."
On his way, Ishaan turned toward his office, already checking emails.
The appointment was fixed for 4:00 PM sharp.
They'd both decided to take an hour or two off for it.
No meetings, no calls—just them, a quiet corner in the hospital, and hopefully, the first sight of their baby.
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L A V I K A P O V
After Ishaan dropped me off, I walked into the hospital gates with a slight bounce in my steps.
I didn't know if it was the morning coffee or the tiny, thrilling secret growing inside me, but I felt... alive.
"Morning, Dr. Mehra!" the security guard at the entrance greeted with a salute.
"Morning sirr" I smiled back, clutching my bag a little tighter.
As I stepped into my department, the familiar scent of antiseptic and fresh files hit me.
