"So," Riya leaned in, "Are you and Mr. Drop-Dead Gorgeous still in the honeymoon phase?"
I blushed instantly. "Can you not call him that in public?"
"Oh come on. Everyone saw how he held your waist the other day near the parking lot. You're basically living in a rom-com."
I sipped my chai to hide the smile creeping on my lips. "Well... things are good."
"Mmhmm," she teased, narrowing her eyes. "That glow is not just 'things are good,' babe. That's serious 'I might be in love and carrying his baby' glow."
I nearly choked.
She gasped. "Wait—Lavika, don't tell me—"
"I'm not telling you anything," I muttered, eyes wide.
"You so are!" she whisper-yelled. "You are! Oh my god—are you??"
I glanced around, then leaned in. "Keep it down, drama queen. And yes, I think so. I mean, we're going for an appointment this evening to confirm."
She squealed so hard the uncle behind us looked up.
"Okay, okay! Sorry. But holy shit, Lavs. I'm so happy for you."
Her hand reached across the table to squeeze mine.
"Thanks," I whispered, looking down at my half-eaten sandwich. "I'm scared. But excited. Like really excited."
"Well," she said, lifting her cup. "To soft ultrasounds, swollen boobs, and you being the hottest pregnant woman alive."
I laughed until my stomach hurt.
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I S H A A N P O V
After dropping Lavs to the hospital, I drove straight towards A&S Enterprises.
But halfway there, I dialed Ivaan.
Just to check on things.
Or maybe just to pull his leg.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Asshole. Pick up."
He finally did.
"Bhai..." came his voice, low and breathy— suspiciously moan-y.
My eyes narrowed, smirk already forming.
"Ivaan," I said, "it's not even 9 AM. Who the hell are you tangled up with this early? At least pretend to be decent, bro."
He huffed. "Pagal. Have some sense. That stuff happens at night. I'm at the gym, okay?"
