Aishwarya POV

"The thing I love the most?"

He asked, and I smiled a little.

"It's the easiest question,"

I said and felt him touching my waist and pulling me closer to him. My stomach touched his, and I saw him smiling.

"What is it?"

He asked slowly, and I lifted my hands to show him my wrists. I moved my forearms a little, and he chuckled a little.

"I thought you would choose yourself,"

I chuckled a little and shook my head.

"I am not a thing, Hukum, see, I inhale and exhale,"

I said while inhaling and exhaling deeply before him, and he smiled. I felt him holding my wrists with his own hand, and I smiled a little.

"How could you figure it out?"

He asked, and I saw him leaning closer to my wrist and kissing the golden bangles he gave me.

My smile vanished a little when I felt his lips gently touching my skin, and I tried to say.

"You have a habit of tracing them when you are nervous, when you are happy and when you are calm. It's like they calm you down and give you peace,"

I gulped after finishing, looking into his soft yet deep eyes: those thick brows and long lashes.

"It's not just the bangles, Aishwarya. It is the warmth of the person who used to wear them once and who is wearing them now,"

He said, and I smiled weakly.

"You miss your mother so much,"

I said in a slow voice, and he smiled.

"Every child does. Mother is not just a human but an emotion. The child gets to his mother even before he gets to know about the God,"

He said, and I just stared silently into his eyes.

"Sadly, I do not know anything about her,"

I said, and his gaze softened, and I felt his palm cupping my cheek. His warmth soothed me, and I lowered my lashes and tilted my face slightly into his palm.

"I am sure she would have been exactly like you,"

He said and I smiled.

"I cannot say anything because I can not even recall the slightest memory of her. I was her first and last child, and no one has ever talked about her in Songarh like she did not even exist,"

I said, and I felt him inhaling a deep breath and coming closer to me. He wrapped his arms around me and gently stroked my back. I felt good.

No, I was not feeling like crying because you cannot call for someone you do not know.

"But, I know only one thing about her,"

I said, and he asked in a slow voice.

"What is it?"

I pulled back from the hug and kept my gaze low while answering.

"My eldest sister once said to my sister, and I heard her saying that my father kept my mother for a son, but he was very disappointed that my mother also got the daughter, and she died,"

I said, and I felt her hand gently, bringing my gaze up to meet his eyes.

"Their loss, but you know if I ever get to decide, I will choose a baby girl as our firstborn,"

He said, and I thinned my brows with confusion.

"You cannot decide?"

I asked in a slow voice and took a step back from him. He smiled, thinned his brows, and shook his head.

"I do not know if I can. I mean, whatever I have studied told me that the gender of a baby is in God's hands. You and I cannot decide what we want,"

He said, and I thinned my brows, unable to digest that.

"Not even I can decide?"

I asked, and he shook his head.

"No, you cannot. Trust me, if women had this power, the world would only have boys,"

He said, and I chuckled.

"No, I think there would be girls only,"

He lowered his gaze for a moment and shook his head.

"Here you are mistaken, Aishwarya. Women are women's actual enemy,"

He said, and I inhaled deeply and muttered.

"Oh,"

Though I did not understand it, I think he had reasons to say that.

"But, I have to ask you something,"

I said, and he smiled, looking at me, and I saw him walking around to sit on the edge of the bed and taking off his kurta.

"Yes,"

He said, and I gulped nervously while sitting beside and facing him. The dim lights of candles were falling on his face. 

My eyes unwantedly lowered to his chest and massive biceps for a moment before I met his gaze and tried to put my words into the sentence.

"How will the baby get inside me? I know that it happens because of seeds because I remember I was very young when I asked one of my pregnant sisters how she got a baby inside her womb, and she laughingly replied that her husband gave her his seeds. But, did she get those seeds inside of her if not the mouth?"

I asked in a slow voice and a few broken words and looked at him silently looking at me. 

I did not know, but it all felt so wrong to discuss. My voice was too low to even take it out of my mouth.

He smiled and said in a slow voice voice, too.

"I will tell you, but you must tell me you will not faint after knowing it. And, you will not freak out as well,"

He said, and I thinned my brows.

"Why would I faint or freak out? I mean, I am sure every woman gets through it as they get pregnant after the wedding,"

I chuckled a little after that, and he smirked a little.

"Alright. First, tell me how you think the baby comes from the womb. I am sure you would not believe it comes out of the mouth, right?"

He said, and I thinned my brows.

His words sounded so strange that I suddenly realised I never thought about this. Yes, I never asked any of my sisters how the hell their babies came out of their wombs. All I knew was that they got married, and in less than six months, they would go home with a swollen belly and a baby inside it. 

But, if not the mouth, then how?

I tried to run my brain and tried to guess.

After thinking for a few good moments with the imagination of one of my sisters sitting on the chair with her giant belly and baby in it, I could not figure out how the baby would come out until I remembered that I saw one of our cows back in the Kingdom giving birth. And, the moment I remembered that rainy night and our cow crying out loud and struggling with the baby stuck in her. Goosebumps travelled up to my arms, and I looked at Hukum. He was staring at me, and words ran dry in my throat, and I blinked nervously before speaking it out of my mouth.

"Through... poop, Oh My God,"

I whispered slowly, and he smiled, looking at me.

"Not just poop but pee too, Aishwarya. In humans, it's both,"

He said, and I felt a copper taste in my throat and asked in a slow voice.

"Both?"

I knew, I do things from different places.

He nodded, and I shook my head.

"No, it cannot be possible. How could a baby come from two different places?"

I asked, and he bit on his lower lip and brought his hand forward to animate.

"The physicians use this sharp, small blade to cut the lining. So that the baby comes out easily and if not torn by someone, it automatically gets teared up,"

He said, and I immediately stood up from the bed, feeling a solid shiver running down my spine. 

"No,"

I disagreed to agree.

"Yes, I learnt that in my medicine classes,"

He said, and I shook my head and thinned my brows, not believing what I heard. It would be senselessly painful to get your skin cut with a blade.

"And it bleeds and hurts?"

I asked, and he held my wrist and pulled me slowly closer to him.

"You bleed every month, and it must hurt, right?"

He asked, and my eyes widened with shock.

"How do you know?"

I asked, and he smiled.

"I know, Aishwarya,"

He said, and I looked at him in disbelief. 

"But, how? Who told you? Jiji? Moni?"

I tried to ask, and he exhaled deeply and said dryly.

"Shut up,"

My lips parted, and I looked at him with the thinned brows.

"Why? I want to know how do you know about it,"

I said and felt him pulling me closer to make me sit on his thighs; he wrapped his arm around me and said.

"I learnt that as well in my medicine,"

I thinned my brows and sighed deeply.

"Why would they teach such things to boys?"

I could not believe it.

"Knowledge has no gender, Aishwarya. You can learn about boys as well,"

He said, and I nodded. Obviously, losing the debate, if it were one.

I inhaled a deep breath and looked at him, looking back at me, and I asked.

"So, how do the seeds go in?"

I asked in a slow voice, still unable to figure it out. 

"I understand now what's it if it's not the mouth. But how do physicians put the seeds inside? Do they have any equipment for that? And will it be a lady or a man doing that? Will it hurt?"

I asked, and I saw him lowering his face and trying to hide his smile, and I thinned my brows with my confusion.

"That will be only my job, Aishwarya,"

He said, and I thinned my brows.

"Ohh, but how will you put those in me so that it turns into a baby,"

I asked, and he sucked on his lower lip while looking at me and said in a slow voice.

"Directly,"

I thinned my brows even more, looking at him.

"Directly?"

I asked and looked at him, biting on his lips and nodding.

"Directly,"

I looked at him with utter confusion.

"Directly?"

He held my hand, put a little weight in his voice, and said.

"Directly, Aishwarya,"

I turned even more confused and looked sharply at him, and asked.

"Directly? Hukum,"

He inhaled a deep breath and lowered his gaze to our hands. His fingers were touching mine, and he said in a slow voice. 

"Do you remember my finger... in between... your... thighs?"

He asked, and I gulped nervously and nodded.

"So, you will use your finger?"

I asked, and he shook his head slowly and chuckled a little before looking deep into my eyes. A few moments of silence followed before he said.

"No, but you can imagine it as me replacing... my finger... with the...S.c..ro...,"

I immediately stood up from his lap, and my eyes widened with shock.

"Are you out of your mind?"

The words rolled out of my mouth bluntly, and he looked at me with a straight face.

"What? What did you say?"

He asked, and I immediately bit my lower lip and shook my head.

"I am sorry, but what the hell did you say? You are joking, right?"

I asked with a slight laugh and looked at the smile on his face. He shook his head painfully and smirked, looking at me.

"Hahahaahhhhnnnnnnnnn,"

My smile and laughter vanished altogether. He stood up from the bed and. I immediately took a few steps backwards and said.

"Ohhh, Ohhhhh, but do not you think it's too big. I mean, look at me; look at our physique. I am so small,"

I tried to say, and he smirked, looking at me.

"Yeah, I am looking at how small you are,"

He said, and his eyes seemed notorious, and I tried to smile.

"I know, you love me so much. I mean, you would not do that to me, right?"

I tried to say and looked at him coming closer to me.

"How would you get pregnant then?"

He asked, and I laughed a little.

"You said I am too young for getting pregnant. And we will not have any babies until Jiji and Ranaji do,"

I tried to say, and he chuckled, looking at me, and spoke slowly.

"But, I think I want now, a little baby girl,"

He said, and I shook my head and felt my back hitting the back of the couch. I saw him coming closer and caging me around his arms. 

I felt my heartbeats racing so wild.

"It will be just a little bit, right?"

My mouth senselessly blurted out. 

I saw him gazing sharply at me. I felt him breathing on my face. He touched my chin with his index and said in a slow and dangerous voice.

"No, you have to take it completely until you cannot handle one more centimetre and until you feel exhausted,"

He said, and I immediately pushed him away.

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