she is pregnant

Ahit was awake.

Jhalak was sure that he was awake. Not only were his eyes open, but he had also spoken to her.

Even though his voice was husky and he spoke slowly, it was threatening.

Ahit had asked her who she was.

Jhalak's mind went completely blank.

Everyone around her had said he would never wake up. She had prepared herself for his death, but not for this.

Hearing Jhalak's cries, Deepa , the doctor, and the bodyguard hurried into the room.

Within half an hour, the mansion was bustling with people, their faces a mix of astonishment and disbelief.

Nobody had thought Ahit would ever wake up.

"I knew you would wake up, Ahit!" Meera cried, tears streaming down her face.

"It's wonderful that you're back, Ahit," Mahir said, his tone brimming with relief. "You have no idea how worried we all were. Mother was so distressed her hair turned gray from worry."

After the doctor examined Ahit, he turned to Meera, his face glowing with amazement. "This is nothing short of a miracle! When I last checked, there were no signs of recovery. Now that Mr. Rajvansh can speak, we can proceed with rehabilitation treatment. He should return to full health in no time."

Meera, overwhelmed by the news, staggered. Her knees gave way, and she fainted.

Mahir quickly caught his mother and carried her out of the room.

The doctor, Deepa , and the bodyguard stayed behind, while Jhalak remained frozen at the doorway. Her feet felt glued to the floor.

She was terrified to step inside.

Ahit's presence was overwhelming, his aura chilling and oppressive.

He sat upright, his back against the headboard. His sharp eyes glinted with cold contempt as they fixed on Jhalak.

"Who is she?" His deep voice rang out, calm but dripping with disdain.

The doctor held his breath, too frightened to make a sound.

Deepa lowered her head and answered cautiously, "Master Ahit, she is your wife. Madam Meera arranged the marriage while you were unwell. Her name is—"

Before she could finish, Ahit's thin lips curled slightly in disgust, and he spoke in a voice devoid of warmth.

"Get her out of here."

Jhalak instinctively stepped back, her heart racing as she took in Ahit's icy demeanor.

He was like a dormant beast that had awakened, his calm slumber replaced by a palpable aura of danger. She had not been afraid when he was unconscious, but now, his piercing glare made her feel small and helpless.

Deepa quietly exited the room and closed the door, noticing Jhalak's wide-eyed, frozen expression.

"Don't be scared, Madam," Deepa said softly. "Master Ahit just woke up. It might take him some time to adjust to everything. Why don't I take you to the guest room for tonight? We can figure things out in the morning. Madam Meera is fond of you—she might help ease things."

Jhalak's thoughts were a whirlwind. She had prepared herself for the inevitability of Ahit's death, but the reality of him regaining consciousness had never crossed her mind.

"Deepa , my things… they're still in the room," Jhalak said hesitantly, her gaze flickering to the door of the master bedroom. She wanted to retrieve her belongings—her instincts told her she might not be welcome in this house much longer.

Deepa sighed. "If it's nothing urgent, let's leave it for now. I'll get them for you tomorrow."

"Okay," Jhalak murmured, then asked cautiously, "Are you afraid of him?"

Deepa gave her a thoughtful look. "I've worked for him for years. He can be intimidating, but he's never treated me poorly."

Jhalak nodded, falling silent.

Ahit's hostility wasn't unexpected. After all, this was essentially their first meeting. Still, the coldness in his gaze had rattled her to her core.

That night, Jhalak tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Ahit's unexpected recovery had shaken her world, leaving her feeling lost and vulnerable.

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The next morning, Deepa returned with Jhalak's belongings, placing them neatly in the guest room.

"It's time for breakfast, Madam," she said. "Master Ahit is already in the dining room. You should join him. Try to talk and understand each other better."

"I don't think he's interested in getting to know me," Jhalak muttered, grimacing.

Deepa offered a reassuring smile. "You still need to eat. Besides, when I told him that Madam Meera likes you, he didn't get angry. Maybe he'll be more open today."

With hesitation weighing her steps, Jhalak walked into the dining room.

Her eyes landed on Ahit, who sat in a wheelchair, his posture straight and imposing despite his condition. His broad shoulders and natural confidence hinted at the formidable figure he must have been before his illness.

Jhalak sat down nervously as Deepa set up a place for her.

Ahit remained silent, exuding an aura of indifference that made the room feel cold.

Stealing a glance at him, Jhalak's heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. His gaze was intense, like an endless black void that could draw one in and swallow them whole.

"H-Hello… I'm Jhalak," she stammered, her voice trembling.

Ahit picked up his coffee cup and took a slow sip, his movements composed yet filled with disdain.

"I heard you might be pregnant with my child," he said flatly, his tone devoid of emotion.

Jhalak froze. The weight of his words crushed her appetite.

"Do you prefer a surgical or medical abortion?" he asked, his voice disturbingly calm as he uttered the cruel suggestion.

Her face turned ashen. Her mind went blank.

Deepa , sensing the tension, intervened. "Master Ahit, the child was Madam Meera's idea. It had nothing to do with Madam Jhalak."

Ahit shot her a sharp glare, silencing her instantly.

"Don't use my mother to pressure me," he said coldly.

"Ahit—" Jhalak began, but he interrupted her, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.

"Who gave you permission to call me by my name?"

She blinked, startled. "What should I call you then? Should I call you 'Honey'?"

Ahit's lips tightened into a thin line as his eyes darkened with rage.

Before Ahit could lose his temper, Jhalak tried to calm him down swiftly.

"I'm not pregnant. I got my period. If you don't believe me, ask Mrs. Wilson, the cleaning lady. I asked her for a tampon this morning."

Ahit remained silent, picked up his cup of coffee, and took a sip.

Jhalak felt a dull ache in her stomach but focused on eating her breakfast, pushing through her discomfort.

After finishing her meal quickly, she got up and went to her room to grab her bag, eager to leave the house.

Being under the same roof as Ahit always made her feel uneasy.

"Get your documents ready. We'll be divorced soon," Ahit said coldly as she was about to leave the dining area.

Jhalak stopped in her tracks but wasn't surprised.

"Are we doing it today?"

"In a couple of days," he replied curtly.

The previous night's drama had sent Rosalie to the hospital with a severe case of hypertension. Ahit wanted to wait until his mother's condition stabilized before addressing the divorce formally.

"Okay. Just let me know," Jhalak said before retreating to her room to collect her things.

When she emerged about five minutes later, she froze at the sight of a familiar figure in the living room Kabir.

He stood awkwardly, like a frightened puppy, in front of Ahit's wheelchair.

"Uncle Ahit, my parents are at the hospital visiting Grandma, so Dad sent me here to see you," Kabir stammered as he placed a box of supplements on the coffee table.

Ahit cast a sharp glance at the bodyguard standing nearby, who immediately picked up the box and tossed it out the door without hesitation.

"Uncle Ahit!" Kabir exclaimed in panic. "These are the best supplements and vitamins. If you don't like them, I can get something else… Please don't be angry!"

Before Kabir could say more, another bodyguard shoved him, forcing him to his knees on the floor.

Jhalak stood rooted to the spot, holding her breath. She had no idea what was happening, but she couldn't understand how Ahit could treat his own nephew so harshly.

"My dear nephew," Ahit said, holding a cigarette between his fingers, "you must be disappointed that I'm awake now."

The bodyguard beside him lit the cigarette, and Ahit took a slow drag.

Jhalak was shocked. He had just regained consciousness the night before, yet here he was, casually smoking and sipping coffee as if nothing had happened.

Kabir whimpered in pain, his knees buckling. "I'm glad you're awake… I've always hoped "

"Are you contradicting me?" Ahit interrupted, raising a brow. His voice was calm, but every word carried a chilling undertone. "Didn't you bribe my lawyer?"

Without waiting for a response, he flicked the cigarette ash onto Kabir's face.

"Get out!" Ahit barked, his icy tone leaving no room for argument. "If you annoy me again, I'll feed you to the dogs!"

Terrified, Kabir scrambled out of the house.

Jhalak's heart pounded as she clutched her bag tightly. The scene she had just witnessed filled her with fear.

Ahit's presence was overwhelming, and even someone as despicable as Kabir seemed powerless before him.

She decided to leave immediately. Drawing Ahit's attention was the last thing she wanted.

Jhalak stepped out of the house and headed straight to the hospital for a checkup.

Her period had been unusually late, and the amount of blood was far less than normal. This had never happened before, and it left her deeply unsettled.

At the hospital, she explained her symptoms to the doctor, who suggested an ultrasound.

An hour later, she received her results.

the scan revealed no signs of bleeding in her womb. Instead, it showed something she hadn't expected a gestational sac.

Jhalak was pregnant.