Chapter 34

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Siya's pov:

I looked at the date it is 30 June tomorrow is Zian's birthday I totally forgot about it, Pihu also haven't reminded me of his birthday.

I called Pihu, "hey where are you," I asked her and she replied, "I'm in my room only, is everything alright, Do you want anything bhabhi," she asked in one flow, I chuckled and said, "Actually I want to shop for Zian, tomorrow is his birthday, and I forgot about it," I said sadly.

"Oh yeah, I too forgot," she said and then we both went to the mall to buy a gift for him, I saw many things but I was confused so so much about what to buy. As I sat pondering the perfect gift for my husband, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He had everything - a successful career, a loving family, and a beautiful home. What could I possibly give him that he didn't already have? I searched high and low, wracking my brain for ideas, but nothing seemed quite right. Then, it hit me - the perfect gift wasn't something material, but rather an experience. I decided to plan a surprise romantic atmosphere in our room. 

I was in my thoughts when I heard pihu shouting at someone, I went there only to find Shourya there they were talking, I guess fighting.

"You called me a pervert, without any proof, for the first time in my life I felt so embarrassed, disgraced and falsely accused," he shouted at her.

" Then what was that, why were you looking at my cleavage," she too screamed at him.

"What! you are insane I was looking at the necklace that you were wearing, I need to talk to your brother," Shourya said with a pissed face.

"You both stop shouting, we were at the mall, and people are watching us," I said stopping them to continue their fight. They finally listened to me. And we all went back to the Deshmukh mansion.

It was night when Zian came back from the office, As he walked through the door, I could see the exhaustion etched on his face. His shoulders slumped, and his eyes looked heavy with fatigue. I knew that he had had a long day at the office, and I wanted nothing more than to help him relax and unwind. I greeted him with a warm hug, and he leaned into me, letting out a deep sigh. I could feel the tension in his body slowly start to melt away as I led him to the couch and poured him a glass of water. We sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's company, and I could see the weariness in his eyes start to fade. As the night wore on, we talked and laughed, and I could see the light return to his eyes. I knew that there was nothing more important than being there for the ones we love, especially when they're tired and in need of a little rest and relaxation.

We both lay on the bed hugging each other, "zian what do you want in your life, in future," I asked him and he was caressing my belly. Then paused and said, "It's an easy question, I want you and my baby, and nothing more nothing less," a smile was on his face, I was also happy to hear this and snuggled more into him.

"Zian I want to ask one more thing, you had my earring in your cupboard, when you didn't loved me, why," I asked him. I was thinking Why had he kept it all these years? He looked at me with a small smile, his eyes full of emotion.

"I don't know why I had your earring," he said, "but I felt happy to have it. I kept it with me for years, hoping that one day I would have the chance to return it to you, I felt a sense of connection. There was a time when I felt our lives had been intertwined in some way."

I was shocked to hear this I hummed in response and we both felt a sense of peace and closure. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected gift, a small reminder that even the smallest things can hold great meaning.

The next morning I woke As I leaned over to whisper in his ear, I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him still fast asleep. As I wished him, "happy birthday Zian," I watched as his eyes slowly opened, his gaze still hazy with sleep. Even though he was still sleepy, I knew that my words would bring a smile to his face, a reminder that he was loved and appreciated.

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