Arshi One Shot – The Morning Dew

This is dedicated to my doll Ruwi. She’s one of the most sweetest and cutest persons that I’ve had the pleasure of knowing on Twitter. Baby we may be so far apart, with different time zones but that never stopped us from interacting with each other. I can’t remember when exactly I spoke to you for the first time, but I’m so glad that whenever it was, it was just the start of our friendship. Happy birthday love, wishing you loads of happiness. I love you, thank you for being a great friend and someone who adores my Shivam maybe as much as I do.

 

The Morning DewSunlight peeked through the golden coloured curtains that swayed in front of the French doors next to the bed. Still asleep, Arnav shifted slightly, her name escaping from his lips in a murmur, “Khushi…” He sighed and wrapped his arms tighter around her waist.

Khushi relaxed against his touch, savouring the moment, in the strong arms of her favourite person in the world. She opened her eyes finding her face buried in his chest, with her body pressed against his. She pulled back slightly, giving her space to gaze at him properly.

Her hand crept up, moving away a lock of his hair that fell on his face. He pouted in his sleep and she bit her lip, as a giggle threatened to escape. Seeing him relax again, her hand cascaded from his face to his shoulder, she leaned forward and kissed his collarbone.

Now conscious of what his wife was doing, he kept his eyes closed with the little control he had left, he let her have her way with him, despite the havoc that her fingers were causing. He felt her finger make circles on his bare chest, she stopped for a moment and began to trace his abs, then she slowly moved down the light trail of hair from his belly button to the waistband of his trousers, he couldn’t help but groan.

She smiled hearing his sound, she knew he was awake, she had seen how he tightened his eyes and held his breath. Before she could move further, she took a deep breath, she suddenly felt queasy. She knew she was going to be sick, she groaned and quickly untangled herself from his arms, making a dash for the bathroom.

Feeling the loss of warmth and his wife’s teasing hands, Arnav opened his eyes drowsily and propped himself onto his elbows. “Khus-” Before he could say anything more, he heard the sound of her throwing up. His face turned ashen with worry, he pushed the blanket off and made his way into the bathroom.

 

 

He found her hunched over the toilet, his heart dropped seeing her like this, yet another morning of being sick. He sat on the floor next to her and pulled her hair away from her face while he soothed her back with his other hand.

 

 

After a few minutes she had nothing left in her system, she felt relieved but slightly weakened. She leaned against his chest, wanting to rest for a moment, to feel his warmth around her. He understood and kissed the top of her head while he wrapped his arms around her.

He whispered against her hair, “I love you…”

She sighed feeling quite fatigued, “mmhmm…”

They remained on the floor for what seemed like ages, Arnav caressing her while she struggled to gain her strength.

Hearing the gurgle sound coming from her stomach, Arnav helped her get up, “I’ll get you some breakfast okay.”  She nodded and he kissed the top of her head.

She flushed the toilet, rinsed her mouth a few times, then brushed her teeth. She lazily walked into their bedroom to find Arnav walking in with a tray in his hands.

He placed the tray on the bed for her and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Her stomach made another sound, making her giggle, she sat on the bed and started eating her toast and drinking her orange juice, the only thing that settled in her stomach on mornings.

 

 

Khushi’s eyes met her husband’s as he came out of the bathroom, he diverted his eyes and sat next to her. He began eating from the other plate, but remained silent throughout. She knew exactly what was on his mind. She stopped eating and held his hand, making him look at her.

His eyes held remorse, pain, fear. She tightened her hold on his hand, “This isn’t your fault, I know you hate seeing me sick, but stop feeling guilty…” She wound her arms around his waist, “Yes I feel a little weak and I hate puking, not that anyone would like it, but…” She took his hand and placed it against her slightly protruding stomach… “all of this reminds me that I’m carrying the most precious gift I could ever ask for, our baby.”

“Khushi I…” He began before she silenced him, putting her finger on his lips.

She shook her head, “I’m fine…” She kissed his cheek, “I love you and I know you love ustoo…stop being afraid, everything is going to be fine!”

He pulled her closer and caressed her stomach, “I love you two so much”

She murmured against his neck, “As much as I love this moment, I’m starving and my stomach is gonna start making those sounds again…”

He chuckled, only she could cheer him up. She was the dewdrops in his life, A symbol of the dawn and light, after a dark hopeless night.

 

 

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