Engaged - My love story

Chapter 21

Smita POV

"Di - " I started.

"Nahi, Bhabhi. Aapko kuch bhi chahiye to  mujhe batado." Di said, putting me on the sofa. (No Bhabhi. If you want something, tell me.)

"Smita, sach main?" Mummy asked. (Really?)

"Pata nahi, Mummy. Report - " I said. (I don't know - )

"Offo, Ma. Bhabhi ke hormones hai yeh. Ha, Bhabhi pregnant hai." Di said. (Oh, Ma. It's Bhabhi's hormones. Yes, she is pregnant.)

"Aur main uski Bua hoon, toh naam toh main hi dungi na? Ladke ka baadme sochungi, lekin ladki hui, to pakka Khushi hai uska naam!" Di cheered. (And I'm the baby's Bua, then I'll only name the baby right? I'll think about boy names later, but if it's a girl, then the name is definitely Khushi!)

Dhruv frowned lightly.

"Di, mujhe Smita se kuch baat karni hai. Hum abhi aate hain." He said. (I have to talk to Smita. We'll be back.)

Di smirked, and nodded.

He slipped his hand into mine, and we went upstairs. I shut the door, and collapsed at the side.

Dhruv saw me and got alarmed.

"Smita. Mujhe pata hai, mujhe bhi vishwas nahi ho raha. Lekin agar tum sach me pregnant hogi, to yeh - " He started. (I know. Even I can't believe it. But if you really would be pregnant, then this - )

I nodded.

"Sorry." I said, sitting on the couch.

"But how?" Dhruv asked.

"I don't know." I said.

"Okay, whatever. But we'll sort this out." Dhruv hugged me.

"Aur main tumhari galat faimi ko door karne main sirf ek hi kadam peeche hoon." I said. (And I'm just a step back to prove your assumption wrong.)

We walked downstairs again, forcing smiles this time.

"Chalo, ho gaye confusion se bahar dono." Di said.

"Ha, Di." I smiled.

I hit Dhruv's arm, signifying him to follow our plan :- To act normal.

"Ha, aur Di - aap bacche ka naam Khushi mat rakhna." He struggled to find words.

"Kyu?" Di asked.

"A - agar meri beti ka naam Khushi hoga, to main apni patni ko Khushi bulaunga to confusion ho jayegi." Dhruv said.

I looked at him, who gave me a pleading look.

"H - ha Di, woh, yeh mujhe bhi to Khushi pukarte hai na isliye." I said.

"Fine. Main kuch aur soch lungi." Di smiled.

I walked to our room, saying that I needed to lie down a bit.

Our room was next to Di's room. As I passed by, I heard Shyam's voice, and creaked open the door slightly.

He opened the laptop, and spoke into it.

"I love you Khushi." He said.

I was alarmed, and I ran to my room.

I sat on the bed and recalled everything which had happened yesterday afternoon.

I looked at my stomach, and put a hand on it.

"If you exist right now, baby, we're in this together. All three of us. You, Me and Your Father." I said.

"We're in what together?" Dhruv asked, coming in.

"I'll explain later. Just get me three pregnancy test kits." I said.

"But - " He said.

"Please." I said.

"Okay." He said, going out.

Within half an hour, he was back, and I tested myself with all the kits.

I kept them near the wash basin and Dhruv and I waited.

After three minutes, I rushed in again, and collapsed on the floor.

"Smita!" Dhruv came in.

"What happened?" He asked, as I burst into tears.

"They're all negative. All of them." I said.

"What?" Dhruv asked.

I nodded.

Dhruv hugged me tight, patting my head. I cried onto his shoulder.

"Dhruv, pehle jab report aaye the, mujhe vishwas nahi hua, lekin maine sach main vishwas kar liya tha ki - that I was fending for our baby. Par ab - Jab mujhe pata chala koi baccha tha hi nahi, to meri himmat toot gayi hai, Dhruv. Just divorce me. I can't prove my innocence anymore. I'm tired of fighting." I cried. (When the reports had come at first, I couldn't believe it - but I did that - But now, when I got to know there's no baby, I've lost my courage.)

"Khushi, half of my trust is reinstated in me. Just get the other half back, please. After you do, I promise, we don't have to wait two years. I'll give you the baby. I will. Just don't give up. Show me the truth. Take this spell off me." Dhruv said.

I suddenly knew that who was behind the false reports. I burned with anger. 

"Ek shaadi - shuda aurat ke sath tumne bahut bura kiya, Shyam Singh Rathore. You'll pay for it." I mumbled. (You've done very bad with a married woman, Shyam.)

"Khushi - " Dhruv said.

I ignored him, and marched out of the room.

I had to expose this man.