45. PERIOD

SHIVNYA’S POV 

I was nestled against Abhimanyu's chest, our usual sleeping arrangement, when I suddenly felt a wetness below. Realization struck, and I tried to slip out of Abhimanyu's strong embrace. His hold was firm, and even a gentle slap on his chest didn't wake him. Desperate, I whisper-shouted, "Abhi, wake up!"

"Sleep, na, biwijaan," he mumbled in his husky, sleepy voice.

"You sleep, but let me go," I urged, louder this time.

"No," he groaned, tightening his grip.

"I have to use the loo, you idiot! Now let me go!" I shouted, and finally, his eyes opened. He loosened his hold just enough for me to slip out.

I jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Looking down, I saw blood—not enough to stain my clothes, but enough to know my period had started.

From outside the door, I heard Abhimanyu's concerned voice. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I replied irritably, "I'm fine. Can you please be quiet? I'll be out in a minute."

I shed my clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water soothe my aching body. As the steam enveloped me, I closed my eyes, taking a moment to gather myself. After the bath, I changed into fresh nightwear. About half an hour later, I finally emerged from the bathroom. As I opened the door, I found Abhimanyu standing with his arms crossed, concern etched on his face.

"What happened? Why did it take so long?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

I threw the towel onto the couch and snapped, "Why can't I even use the bathroom and take my time?"

He followed me, his concern unwavering. "No, I'm not saying that. I'm just asking if everything is fine?"

I grumbled but didn't face him. He gently gripped my arms, turning me towards him, and lifted my chin so our eyes met. "Shivnya, look at me," he said softly. "What happened?"

Already irritated by my aching body, his questions only added to my frustration. "Nothing," I replied curtly.

"Jaan, I've asked you not to lie to me. So why are you lying? Just tell me the real reason. You even changed your clothes, and your face looks pale. What happened, Shivuu?"

His tender voice always had a way of melting my defenses. Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes, I finally confessed, "Actually... I got my period."

He looked at me with calm understanding and asked, "Oh, so do you need something?"

I wished he would hug me or say something sweet like he usually did. Frustrated, I replied, "No, let's just sleep," and headed towards the bed.

ABHIMANYU’ S POV 

I was abruptly awakened in the middle of the night when Shivnya suddenly jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. Concerned, I waited outside the bathroom door for a few minutes. When she didn't come out, I knocked gently and asked, "Is everything fine, Shivuu?"

Her irritated response told me something was wrong. When she finally emerged, I couldn't help but ask repeatedly what had happened. Reluctantly, she admitted that she had gotten her period. I offered to help, but she waved me off angrily and lay back in bed, turning her back to me. She curled up, clearly in pain from the cramps.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my heart aching to see her like this. "Shivu, is it paining a lot?" I asked softly. She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. "Should I massage?" I offered again, but she remained silent.

Determined to ease her pain, I whispered, "Sleep, I will massage." Gently, I moved closer to her. We weren't yet at the stage in our relationship where she felt completely comfortable showing her body, but I knew she trusted me. Carefully, I slipped my hand under her shirt from the back and began to massage her belly.

She looked at me with eyes wide in disbelief, but before she could protest, I reassured her, "Don't worry, I know my limits, and I will always respect your privacy." I continued massaging her belly, then delicately moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. She placed her hand on mine, silently asking me to focus on the area causing her the most pain.

She turned to face me, her voice barely above a whisper, "Can you please keep your legs on my legs?" I nodded, and as she turned back, I gently laid my legs over hers, continuing the massage. Despite my efforts, sleep eluded her, so I began to softly massage her head. Her eyes, filled with disbelief, met mine once more. I turned her face towards me and murmured, "Jaan, sleep. You need rest."

I continued the soothing massage, and after half an hour, she finally drifted into a peaceful sleep. As I tried to withdraw my hand, she clutched it tightly, snuggling closer into me. I held her securely, feeling her relax into my embrace. With her safely nestled against me, I closed my eyes, and we both drifted into a sound and comforting sleep.

Next day

As the gentle morning sunlight bathed our room, I woke up to find Shivnya still peacefully asleep in the same position. A soft smile crept onto my face as I gazed at her, marveling at her serene beauty, such an adorable baby of mine . Today, I decided to forgo my usual gym routine and instead opted to stay by her side. Quietly, I slipped out of bed and freshened up in the bathroom. When I returned, she was still sleeping soundly, so I chose to work from home to be with her.

After a while, Shivnya stirred awake, her expression sour upon seeing me working on my laptop. She made a playful pout, and I couldn't resist going to her side. "What's wrong, jaan?" I asked gently.

She replied with mock annoyance, "Couldn't you have slept a little longer? I was having such a good sleep until you woke up."

I chuckled softly, finding her playful demeanor utterly charming. "Well then, let's go back to sleep," I teased, flashing her a mischievous grin.

Her lips twitched into a reluctant smile as she retorted in mock seriousness, "Very funny. While you're all ready, I still need to get myself together for breakfast."

Not wanting her to inconvenience herself, I suggested, "How about we have breakfast here in our room?"

With a touch of sadness in her eyes, she replied, "No need," and retreated to the bathroom. When she emerged, clad in an oversized white shirt and beige pants, her hair loosely tied up, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of her effortless beauty. Yet, beneath her calm exterior, I sensed a trace of melancholy, likely due to her discomfort from her period.

Approaching her gently, I asked, "Ready to go?" She hummed in agreement, and together we made our way to the dining area. Maa noticed our presence and remarked with concern, "Neither of you are going to the office today?"

Shivnya spoke softly, her tone tinged with resignation, "No, Maa. I got my periods."

Understanding immediately, Maa nodded sympathetically without probing further. We settled at the table for breakfast, during which Shivnya ate sparingly. Once done, we returned to our room where she retrieved her medication and swallowed a tablet.

"Is the pain troubling you a lot?" I inquired gently, my concern evident.

She nodded slightly, her gaze downcast.

"Should we consult a doctor?" I suggested, hoping to ease her discomfort.

Her response was a mix of resignation and familiarity, "It's normal for me. It always hurts like this."

Observing her quietly, I ventured, "Would a hot water bag help?"

Her eyes flashed with irritation as she snapped, "No, you don't have to do all this!"

Her sudden mood swings left me bewildered, alternating between sadness, irritation, and anger. Unable to contain my concern any longer, I blurted out, "Jaan, what's wrong? Why are you upset?"

She glared at me with fiery intensity, stepping closer and demanding, "Upset about what?"

Realizing my mistake, I quickly tried to defuse the tension, "Nothing," I murmured nervously, feeling a pang of guilt for upsetting my usually gentle wife.

She sighed heavily and turned away, and just when I thought the storm had passed, she erupted again, exclaiming angrily, "Who left this towel here?"

I recognized it as the same towel she had tossed aside the previous night. Not wanting to upset her further, I looked at her with regret, knowing she disliked disorderliness. As she continued to voice her frustrations about the state of our room—things she herself had arranged earlier—I nodded silently, acknowledging my fault quietly.

"Abhi, how many times have I asked you to hang up the towel? And why is the bed so messy? And the dressing table—can't you keep things organized?" Each accusation struck a chord, as I realized I had failed to maintain the order she cherished. With a wistful smile, I reassured her softly, "Okay, okay, I'll sort it all out, you just calm down."

But instead of soothing her, my attempt at conciliation seemed to backfire, further agitating her. "What do you mean by 'okay'? I am calm!" she protested indignantly. "Do you think I'm overreacting?"

"No, that's not what I meant," I tried to explain, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears today.

"Then what did you mean?" she demanded, her cheeks flushed with frustration. Seeking to placate her, I ventured tentatively, "Love, would you like some chocolates?"

Her response was sharp and decisive, "Forget your chocolates and just leave!"

"Jaan—" I began, but she cut me off abruptly, pushing me out of the room and slamming the door shut. Stunned, I stood outside, unsure how to calm her fiery emotions. Dad passed by and offered a knowing smirk, but I maintained a stoic expression, concealing my inner turmoil.

With an urgent meeting looming, one I had been avoiding, I decided to attend, hoping it would give Shivnya time to cool down. Before leaving, I prepared a special treat for her: a steaming cup of hot chocolate accompanied by a freshly baked croissant, adorned with marshmallows, dark chocolate, and a delicate rose. Handing it to Jaya, I asked her to deliver it to Shivnya. Knowing she hadn't eaten much at breakfast, I hoped this gesture would bring a smile to her face and soften her mood.

SHIVNYA’S POV 

I was irritated and annoyed. I usually get this way during my periods, and everyone knows to steer clear of me because of my aggression. But this time, all my frustration was directed at Abhimanyu. I remembered that I was the one who messed up the room, and guilt washed over me.

A knock on the door broke my thoughts. I opened it to find Jaya holding a tray with a croissant, hot chocolate, dark chocolate, and marshmallows, all decorated with rose petals and with a rose.“Who gave it?” I asked as she set it down on the table.

“Rana sa,” she replied with a small smile.

More guilt overwhelmed me. “Who prepared it?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Rana sa,” she smiled again.

“Alone?” I asked, and she nodded before leaving the room. I looked at the food, feeling guilty but also hungry. I drank the hot chocolate and nibbled on the croissant before heading to his study.

I tiptoed to his study and quietly opened the door. He was in the middle of a meeting, but as soon as he saw me, his eyes softened. I walked over and without hesitation, sat on his lap. He smiled, wrapping his arm around me protectively.

I hugged his torso, resting my head on his chest. He gently wiped the hot chocolate from my lips with his thumb and, to my surprise, licked it off, his eyes never leaving mine.

I snuggled closer, and he adjusted my legs over his other thigh, making sure I was comfortable. Turning to his screen, he said to his client, "I'll be back in two minutes." He then looked at me with concern. "What's wrong, jaan?"

Unable to meet his eyes, I buried my face in his chest. His warmth was soothing. "Nothing," I mumbled.

He gently lifted my chin so I would face him. "Do you need something?" he asked, his voice full of tenderness.

More guilt washed over me, and my eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my frustration out on you."

He wiped my tears away with his thumb, giving me a reassuring smile. "Jaan, you are my wife. It's okay. You can always be yourself with me."

I nestled back into his chest, feeling the comfort of his embrace. After a moment, he asked, "Now tell me, what do you want to eat?"

I pouted, feeling a bit hungry but unsure of what exactly I wanted. "Uhmm... something savory and spicy."

He chuckled softly. "Alright, just wait a little bit, jaan. I'll cook something for you." He resumed his meeting, his fingers gently massaging my head, providing a soothing comfort.

His hand moved to my belly, giving it a slow, comforting massage, then to my back. Our eyes locked, and I stopped his hand, guiding it under my shirt. He smiled at my boldness, and I grinned back before closing my eyes, relishing the warmth of his touch.

After a while, I felt something hard poking my thigh. Annoyed, I thought it was his wallet. I looked at him with irritation, and he seemed confused. I reached into his left pocket, but whatever was there felt unusually hard and wouldn't come out. Before I could figure it out, Abhimanyu shouted

ABHIMANYU’S POV 

“What the hell are you doing, jaan?” I shouted, instantly regretting it as I saw the sadness fill her eyes. I didn’t mean to scare her, but her hand had been on me, and I lost control. I wanted everything with her, to share every intimate moment, but she wasn't ready, and I respected that.

“Your wallet was poking me on my thigh, so I thought to remove it,” she replied meekly, her eyes full of innocence.

My heart ached at her confusion. I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “Jaan, it wasn’t my wallet,” I said softly.

She pouted, clearly puzzled. “Then what is it? Your phone? Your gun? Or something else? Tell me!”

I sighed, knowing this would be a shock for her. “You really want to know?” She nodded confidently.

I picked her up in my arms and let her see my arousal. “Look yourself,” I said.

Her eyes widened in shock and shyness, and she immediately tried to run away. I chuckled, knowing her antics all too well, and pulled her back into my lap. “Sit quietly, you’re not going anywhere,” I said, my voice gentle but firm.

She looked at me, shy and annoyed. “Abhi, don’t do this,” she said, trying to wriggle out of my grasp.

“So stay here,” I ordered, and she looked a bit upset.

“Sorry, baby,” I said softly, and she snuggled her face into my chest, hugging my torso tightly. I looked at my cute baby and said, “Why are you shying? I am all yours.”

She blushed but also grinned. I started to massage her head and stomach again. Her heel pressed into my thigh, and her fingers pinched me lightly, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch made me want her more.

After a while, she fell asleep in my arms, completely wrapped in my embrace. Once my meeting ended, I looked at her with love-filled eyes. I tried to lay her down on the bed, but her grip on me was firm, and she stirred whenever I moved. So, I let her sleep on my lap.

I ordered the servants to prepare something spicy and savory for her. As I continued to work on my laptop, she started to stir. After four hours, she slowly opened her eyes, rubbed them, and yawned. “What time is it?” she asked.

“5 o’clock,” I replied, shutting down my laptop.

“What the hell?” she exclaimed, trying to sit up straight.

I helped her, and she began to scold me. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You were sleeping, jaan,” I replied with a loving smile.

“So what?” she sighed, annoyed.

“I thought to let you sleep,” I said genuinely.

“At least you could have laid me down on the bed,” she said in a sad tone.

“I tried, but…”

“But what?” she asked, her brows furrowed.

“Your sleep started to break whenever I tried to move you,” I explained. She looked a bit embarrassed by her own antics.

“You could have woken me,” she said, guilt evident in her voice.

“It's okay, jaan. Your husband doesn’t hit the gym daily just for the sake of it. You can sleep more on my lap; I wouldn’t mind,” I said proudly.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Shut up. It’s not a joke.”

“Okay, fine. Do one thing, go and freshen up. I had something savory and spicy prepared for you,” I suggested, hoping to lighten her mood.

“You made it?” she asked with a little pout, and all I wanted to do was kiss her.

“Jaan, how could I have made it when you were sleeping on me? The servant made it,” I chuckled.

“Fine,” she said, jumping out of my lap and heading to the room. I followed her, ordering the servant to bring all the dishes to the room.

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