AK--life could B short but my luv 4u could'nt-UP 5

As I took the fabric in my hand and started to knit little socks for someone special, rain drops took me off guard. I gave a quick glance, towards the sky, and was left mesmerized by the sight. It was so picturesque.

The sun was no longer visible as if it was shielded with thick dark grey clouds, which threatened to be a menace to the once beautiful and calm weather. Enormous clouds of all kinds of shapes grew close to each other, letting out lighting and the next moment a loud thunder.

My heart skipped a beat and I grew anxious. Panic had taken the better of me and I was deadly worried about Angad

I got up and took all my sewing materials in my hand, and cautiously yet hurriedly made my way inside, closing the door swiftly behind me. I got lucky as when the door was shut, it started pouring heavily, with thunder an lighting, making me sick, speculating about how the weather has worsened, leaving me petrified, all alone, in my two-storey contemporary house, equipped with all the up-to-date gadgets, bought once out in shops.

It was a dream for every woman to acquire such a magnificent house, with a home-theatre, a swimming-pool, a gym, a big garden?..what else, my house was beyond words.

I was overwhelmed when I was first brought to this house. It was my wedding gift from my husband and it had been 2 years since I was living here happily with him.

Coming out of my reverie, I dropped my sewing stuffs and the little socks, not fully complete on the table and turned towards the couch, facing the large French window.

The sight was indeed a breath-taking one. The rain falling while the wind howled. It was scary according to me but yet it was beautiful. I've always loved rainy seasons. I would play in the rain for hours in the rain, when I was a kid, but now I couldn't. I wouldn't dare.

I used to get reprimanded by my mother and later would plead god to make me get well from fever. Now my mother was not here, not with me. I was here with Angad and he wouldn't like me getting drenched in the rain for nonsensical reasons.

I glanced at the clock hanged on the wall. It was a black rounded clock, with stoned embedded into it, one would imagine it to be diamonds. It was classy and one of angad's favourite.

It showed 17.30 and angad would be home anytime. I prayed to god to protect Angad from the weather. It was apparent that a storm was nearby waiting to struck anytime at the worse time and besides Angad disliked rain.

He preferred a sunny day with scorching heat, that could burn someone to ashes?well, that was what I imagined it to be, surely not according to Angad

Huh-my hands automatically landed on my belly and I could resent it more and more. My baby had just kicked me, for the first time. It came stronger and stronger. My face beamed with happiness, my heart fluttered and my happiness knew no bounds. I looked incredulously at my 5 months large belly in which my baby rested, the symbol of karan and my love.

I couldn't express what I was feeling like. Being a mother was a gift, so pure and cherished by all women and I was lucky to be one amongst them, carrying a baby, my baby inside me. I felt complete as a woman. I smiled like a silly teenager who had just discovered something not of his age to be known and the door flung open and in walked my dashing and charming hubby?Angad khanna.

He wore a black raincoat on his black tuxedo, with his black leather case with him, with the car keys in the other hand, he gave a smile that could warm anyone's heart. He looked tired but as soon as he took notice of my facial expression, happiness radiating from it, he advanced owards me almost dazzling me all along and giving me an understanding look, with his eyes shining like a little kid who had just gotten a new gift or yet gotten hold of chocolates, he kneeled down and placed his hand on my belly.

I schooled his features, disbelief taking over me, he let out a I'm-the-worlds-luckiest-man kind of expression and placed a kiss on my belly.

"you know it?" I asked clearly confused at how he figured it out.

He managed to only give me a smile, weariness hounding over him when he placed his head on my lap and closed his eyes heaving a sigh.

I shook my head, smiling at my husband childlike gesture. He was a smart man. Not alone his model-like looks, he was sure a genius. I let out a chuckle, remembering how he used to be called in college-the Einstein.

He was a smart man and that was one of the reasons I've fallen in love with him.

Thunder scared me again and without me saying anything, he slowly got out of my lap and looked at me, intertwining my right hand with his, giving me a reassuring look and smile and I knew at that instant, no matter what would happen he would always protect me, be there for me. He understood me so perfectly and was my support in everything that I would undertake. These were the reasons I loved him?there were other reasons, but it was not the right time to ponder about them as my husband's tummy had just let out a deep growl, clearly indicating that he was starved.

We both giggled like two teenagers and helping me to stand up, we made our way towards the kitchen.

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Leaning on the counter, while Angad brewed tea, I grimaced at his fastidious mannerisms. He sure was a well-organised man and also a perfectionist.

He took the tea mug and rinsed it two times thoroughly.

'you want some?' he asked in his most caring way and I shook my head answering him NO.

I furtively shot a glance towards the window in the kitchen and I could sense apprehension sinking in. all the flowers that I've planted were ruined jst because of that storm. It couldn't be. I had done it with so much patience, love. Gardening wasn't my hobby but since pregnancy, I had certain urges of doing something that I had never done before. We did have a garderner but I had restricted him to trespass in this particular area of the garden which I had begun to consider it as my territory.

It was so poignant and couldn't bear to endure this fact, my eyes welled up, releasing warm tears that took no time for Angad to make notice of and I was exposed to the harsh cruelties of nature. It had occurred to me to having mood swings and Angad was the one who had to go through a lot of pain. I would throw tantrums and would red in anger or would act as "a pain in the neck" but Angad wouldn't even open his mouth to express how frazzled he was.

But right now, I was not having mood swings but I was crestfallen seeing the ruins of my efforts. Roses, tulips, sunflower, gerbera amon others that I had planted were no longer alive. Yes I would say alive as it is said that plants too have got a life, surely not like humans but they did and what was most important was that I PLANTED THEM.

Angad tossed the content in his mug in the basin and came forward hurriedly to embrace me, soothing me back. He was too smart and let his eyes rivet where my eyes were looking at and he hugged me even tighter for he had understood why I was crying so much.

I hiccupped and let my tears soak his expensive suit. I knew it that it didn't matter to him but it did and would always matter to me to how I've become so sadistic and would cry over petty issues. Angad, he, was the most caring husband I've ever seen and I was lucky to have him.

'an,,Angad they got ruined.' i slowly came out of his tiht embrace, gently pushing him, finally staring intently at his eyes, clearly demanding for soothing words.

He never lost hope and that was another reasons why I loved him because he had fight me back from the evil clutches of my father and my family.

'baby, it's nothing. Next time we'll plant more flowers together.'

'but it took me so much time and I ?I have never tried gardening. Thy burgeoned so well and beautiful?'

'yes but lets say that they weren't destined to be here with us..please baby don't dishearten yourself. I know it hurts and seeing you so hurt, I get to be hurt as well.'

'Oh..so..sorry.'

'silly, why are you being sorry? Just don't stress yourself and now go and take a nap while I shower then we'll chat a little and yes, how could I forget that I need to chat with Angad junior??' he placated me so smoothly and I felt comforted.

He was such a helpful, sensitive and compassionate person. Though we were poles apart, we understood each other so well. That was why it's said "opposites attracts."

i smile teary-faced and then frowned. He noticed my brows furrowed and guiltily mouthed a sorry and instead of drinking tea, which was one of his favourites, he simply opted for a juice in the fridge.

'it's cold and you are going to drink this. Drink something hot.'

'oh no sweetie I'm already hot and here it is sandwiches?hmm?yummy.'

I flushed a little and sensing my blushing he quickly added, 'how in the sense that you've soaked me with warm tears.' And he ended up winking at me, gobbling the rest of the sandwiches in one go. He sure was a hungry man.

Something that I disliked about it, was that he was a quick eater. He ate so quikly and I doubted if he even munched the food properly. I've always wondered why didn't he face indigestion problem. He looked always calm. But I wasn't calm at all when we would dine in restaurants. He would gooble the food in a few moment and I would stare at his empty plate comparing to mine-filled with food yet untouched to be eaten as quickly, not to try to embarrass myself or him.

I would feel odd then because I didn't like people staring at me when I was eating. It was so a discomfort. But with Angad it had become a habit, of he, staring at me, then, to hold me company, would sip on his wine, lazily seated and vey often he would help me clean up, in the sense that there would be food stuck on my lips or jaw, he would help me to sweep them away.

So caring a husband. I often dreaded the thought if one day Angad would leave me then what would happen. He was so handsome a man, with a perfect body, with 6 pack abs and he had the perfect height, with perfect traits which he had inherited from his parents along with their wealth. Any woman would fall for him. I still remembered at college or at parties that we had previously attended, women would pursue him, would go crazy over him. Why not be the case? He was so damn wealthy, with so much good looks. Apart from his physical perfectionism, he was perfect in character. He was mature, intelligent, shrewd in business yet fair, he was kind-very gentleman-like. He was a gentleman and any woman would do anything to get into his way.

But I got in his way and when he looked at me, he never tried to look away. Since then we had become the complement of each other. We did complement each other even at worse times.

Coming back to the present circumstance, he scurried me to the room and helping me laid down, putting a pillow under my feet, he signaled me to rest a bit after plcing a sot kiss on my forehean and covering me with a blanket.

I was exhausted and wanted terribly to relax myself a little bit. I closed my eyes and Angad smiled. I could feel his stare and opening my eyes to face him, questioned him.

'why are you staring hubby?'

'hmm I cant help. You look so cute when you are asleep. You've got an angelic face.' I laughed at his straight forwardness.

'ok now take a small nap. I'll be right back.'

'okay.'

He then opened the closet and took out his clothes and then all that I could hear was running water and then I fell into a deep slumber.

Hours passed by and when I woke up, the room was dark. It was already dark I presumed as the curtains earlier weren't drawn. I reached for the bedside lamppost and switching it on, I took notice of the clock. It was 20.00. oh god I had slept for so long.

I removed the blanket and stood up, looking for Angad. He wasn't in the room. He must be in watching TV then. I cautiously descended the stairs and made my way towards the sliving room. He wasn't there and at that time I heard a noise. It was the soung of cutlery perhaps falling down.

He was in the kitchen, I presumed and I made my way towards the kitchen. I had to admit that it was a sight to see your spouse in the kitchen, unaware of the surroundings, busy making up something. He was trying to open up the rice cooker and I couldn't hold my laughter. He caught my gaze with his and I was swept away by his looks. His hair was damp and had a slight wet look. Dresses in casual blue jeans with a black Armani t-shirt, tautly stretched on his muscular chest, emphasizing on his muscles, he let me a smile, signaling me that my help would be something nice.

I walked straight towards me and taking the rice cooker's handle in my hand, I showed him how it had to be opened up. It was so simple.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to cook or was ignorant in kitchen stuffs. It was just that the rice cooker had been newly bought and it was the first time he was using it.

' see that was easy right?' I mocked him lightly and unluckily for me he had remarked and grabbing the opportunity in hand, he pinned me down putting his two hands on my either sides and trapping me under his gaze, he kissed me lightly.

That was enough for I was dazzled and yet blushed. Another kick. Our baby had just kicked. He surely was very active even if he wasn't born yet.

I took his hand and placed it over my belly and he beamed with genuine happiness. His eyes had welled up a little but he never cried and didn't let it fall either.

It was his dreams mostly cherished by him to be father. I was of course equally happy but I knew it well that he was more attached to the baby.

Then it was my turn for my tummy to growl. I was hungry.

'looks like junior is hungry. Come on feed me I'm starving.'

'hmm ok give me a second with you.'

'okay it's already up.'

He chuckled and added, 'oh cutie give me okay let's say 2 minutes with you, then.'

'okay' I grimaced waiting for the food to appear in front of me.

Originally posted by: Smilesx3

greatt part

whose karan?? the babys karan??

aww..ak r soo cute