Shree, fresh out of the shower, saw the elegant red saree and matching red sleeveless blouse laid out on her bed. A note accompanied the attire, "For our special evening. Can't wait to see you draped elegantly in this. Lots of love, Sharan."

The red silkem fabric felt smooth in her hands as she carefully draped the saree. Admiring herself in the mirror, she noticed the gentle curve of her baby bump, a sight that brought both joy and a hint of nervousness.

In the quiet moments of preparing for her dinner date with Sharan, Shree found her thoughts drifting to the intimate moments they shared. The memory of his soft kisses lingered in her mind, and the anticipation of what the night might hold stirred a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Adjusting the pallu of her saree, Shree couldn't help but replay the tender moments when Sharan's lips met hers. The gentle yet passionate exchanges had left an imprint on her, creating a warmth that echoed in her heart. As she fastened her earrings, she smiled, recalling the way he made her feel cherished and special.

The anticipation of their connection deepening, perhaps moving into a more intimate realm, added a layer of nervous excitement. Shree couldn't deny the allure of imagining how Sharan might express his love later in the evening. The intimate connection they shared had created a profound closeness, making her look forward to what awaited them.

Lost in these contemplations, Shree took a deep breath, embracing the natural emotions that come with the prospect of love and connection.

Shree was a vision of ethereal beauty. The soft glow of the moon kissed her skin, illuminating her in a radiant halo.

Dressed in the red shimmering silken sari, the fabric cascaded like liquid silver over her curves, leaving a trail of stardust wherever she walked. Her dark hair, cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall, seemed to blend seamlessly with the night itself.

As Shree approached the university gates, she spotted Sharan waiting for her, his presence filling her with a sense of warmth and anticipation. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans - his shirt tucked neatly into hid jeans. As he reached out to hold her hand, a rush of blush colored her cheeks, echoing the gentle affection that passed between them.

"Hi," Sharan greeted her with a soft kiss to her cheek, his eyes reflecting the tenderness of his gesture.

"Hi," Shree replied, her voice carrying a hint of excitement mingled with affection.

Her mind couldn't help but wander to the baby growing inside her, a silent witness to their budding romance. "What about our baby?" she asked, her gaze drifting to her baby bump.

Sharan's smile widened as he gently caressed her stomach, his touch radiating reassurance and love. "Our baby will be showered with all the love and care," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity and tenderness.

Shree's smile mirrored his as she felt the warmth of his hand against her bump, a silent promise of the love and support they would both offer their child.

As they settled into the restaurant, Shree couldn't help but smile as Sharan looked at her lovingly. The ambiance was warm, and the air was filled with a sense of togetherness.

"So, what would you like to have, Shree?"

"I'm in the mood for something sweet."

Sharan nodded and leaned in, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, I have a feeling you're having a baby girl."

Shree chuckled and shook her head. "No way, it's going to be a boy."

Sharan grinned.

"How about a little bet? If it's a girl, I get to pick the name for this baby and the next one."

Shree looked intrigued but also a bit surprised.

"Next one? Sharan, we haven't even had this one yet! And you've made plans for this baby's siblings?"

"Well, why stop at one when we can have two? I want to have a baby with you, I want to have our little family with you. I know I am not a billionaire like Madhav, but I can promise you that I'll take care of you better than him. I might not be able to buy you a big mansion amd keep you like a queen or an empress, but I'll make sure you have nothing to complain about in our little home."

Shree was taken aback, and her eyes widened.

"Sharan, I would love to start a life with you, but I'm still legally Madhav's wife."

Sharan looked at her earnestly.

"But do you still love Madhav?"

Shree shook her head. "No, I don't."

Sharan smiled, sensing an opportunity.

"Then, why not divorce Madhav and start a new chapter with me? Once the divorce is final, we shall get married! I want to be there for you, Shree, every step of the way."

Shree looked at Sharan, her mind swirling with thoughts of his unwavering support and care. She nodded, signaling a decision.

"Yes, Sharan. Let's do it."

Sharan's face lit up with a radiant smile, and he reached across the table to hold her hand.

"I promise, Shree, we're going to create a beautiful life together."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, amidst the sweet ambiance of the restaurant, a new chapter unfolded for Shree and Sharan-a chapter filled with love, anticipation, and the promise of building a family together.

"Are you sure about this, Shree? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Shree nodded with determination.

"Yes, Sharan. I'm sure."

A warm smile spread across Sharan's face, and he leaned across the table, reaching the other end to give Shree a quick but tender kiss.

* * * * *

The clock struck midnight as Sharan and Shree stepped into his apartment, enveloped by the quietude of the night. In the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, Sharan led her to his room, where the air seemed charged with anticipation.

Sharan leaned in and captured her lips in a tender kiss, each touch imbued with a silent promise of love and passion. With gentle hands, he began to unravel the folds of her pallu, revealing her delicate baby bump.

Shree's heart swelled with affection as Sharan's lips caressed the curve of her belly, showering their unborn child with kisses filled with love and devotion. A soft smile graced her lips, her eyes reflecting the adoration she held for the man before her.

With a graceful movement, Sharan discarded his shirt, revealing the contours of his sculpted chest. Shree's fingers traced the lines of his skin, marvelling at the tenderness and strength she found in his touch. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through her body as Sharan's lips brushed against her neck and throat, leaving a trail of sweet kisses in their wake.

In the quiet intimacy of the night, Shree and Sharan found solace in each other's embrace, their love transcending words as they embarked on a journey of passion and devotion, bound together by the threads of affection and desire.

In the tranquil intimacy of Sharan's bedroom, Shree found herself effortlessly cradled in his strong arms. Clad in a maroon skirt and a black bra, she looked at Sharan with a mixture of desire and anticipation. Sharan, in his boxers, laid her gently on the bed.

The moonlight cast a soft glow, illuminating the contours of Sharan's face as he began to passionately kiss her neck. Shree, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, couldn't help but express her longing for more.

"I want more, Sharan," she whispered.

Sharan, though equally captivated by the allure of the moment, maintained a gentle restraint. "Not when you're pregnant, love. We need to be careful." he murmured, his eyes filled with an unwavering tenderness.

Pulling her closer, Sharan enveloped Shree in a warm embrace. He peppered her face with kisses, each one a silent promise of love and protection. Shree, in the cocoon of his arms, felt a sense of security and serenity.

"Sleep, my love," Sharan whispered, his lips grazing her forehead. As Shree closed her eyes, Sharan continued to place soft kisses.

* * * * *

Sharan wakes up to the sound of Shree screaming. He sits up and notices her side of the bed empty. He sees the bathroom light switched on and rushes into the bathroom, concern etched across his face. He finds Shree cradled on the floor, her tears mingling with the distress evident in her eyes.

"Shree, what happened? Why are you crying?" Sharan's voice is filled with worry as he crouches down beside her.

Shree takes a shaky breath before speaking, "I came to the washroom and I saw stains of blood after I peed, Sharan. I'm scared something might be wrong with the baby. Is this a sign of a miscarriage? Tell me it isn't! I'm scared!"

Sharan places a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Let me call for an ambulance. We need to get you to the hospital. Get dressed quickly."

He extended his arms, lifting her carefully.

Shree nods, her tears still streaming down her face. Sharan swiftly dials for emergency services, explaining the situation and requesting immediate assistance.

As they wait for the ambulance, Sharan does his best to soothe Shree. Shree was wearing his white shirt and a pair of his shorts. She was holding onto Sharan as she cried in his arms.

"It's going to be okay, Shree. We'll get to the hospital, and they'll take care of both you and the baby."

The ambulance arrives, and Sharan helps Shree onto the stretcher. The paramedics ask questions, checking Shree's vitals and trying to calm her nerves. Sharan stays close, offering words of comfort.

At the hospital, they rush Shree into the examination room. A doctor comes in to assess her condition. Shree's anxiety is palpable as the doctor performs an ultrasound.

Sharan holds Shree's hand, offering silent support. Sharan held Shree's hand tightly, his worry deepening with every passing moment. The tension in the room lingers until the doctor breaks the silence.

"The baby is fine. There's no immediate cause for concern, but we'll monitor you closely. It's essential to stay calm for the baby's well-being."

Relief washes over Shree's face, and a tearful smile appears as she looks at Sharan. "Thank you for being here."

Sharan gently wipes away her tears, "I'll always be here for you and our baby, Shree. I made you a promise, didn't I?"

Over the next few hours, Shree undergoes further tests and examinations to ensure everything is stable. Sharan remains by her side, offering unwavering support.

As they wait for the results, Sharan speaks softly, "I love you, Shree. Our baby is strong, and so are you."

Shree smiles, touched by his words, "I love you too, Sharan. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Finally, the doctor returns with positive news. "Everything looks good. It might have been a momentary bleeding. We recommend you take it easy and keep regular appointments for monitoring."

Sharan nods in gratitude, "Thank you, doctor."

With a sigh of relief, Shree looks at Sharan, "I'm just glad the baby is okay."

"Me too!" Sharan says and kisses her forehead. "Get some rest, I'll make you something nice to eat."