Y'all I've had this idea in mind since I've read Lovesofsm 's  ones hot "Love of Tomorrow."
So credits to her.

And, check out her amazing book if you haven't!

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Closing the door softly behind him, Shubman entered home.
Dropping his office bag on the sofa, he loosened his tie and exhaled sharply looking at the time on the clock.
10:15.
He's late as usual. And she slept off as usual, it seems, without having dinner, waiting for him.

Wait, why is he even thinking about her? No no. Not after what she did. He can't.

A shrill cry broke out, slicing the silence into half, followed by the sound of hustling and bustling, with soft coos and incorrigible words of assurance.

Skipping a pair of stairs, he reached upstairs swiftly.
Looks like his daughter is having those nightmares again.

Opening the door of the nursery, he entered to see both of them, his daughter and his wife.

Y/N was trying her best to calm down the crying child, but in vain.
" Shh, Naina..Mama is here... nothing will happen! Shh..my baby..."
She gently rocked the baby, which eased the situation a bit.
She was so lost that she didn't notice her husband coming in and standing behind her arm chair, in silence.

" Give her to me. You can't do this. At least not now."
His cold voice made her jump slightly.
Knowing saying something with add fuel to his dormant anger, she nodded slightly and hand their 6 month over to him.

"Hey, little one...What happened? Kisne daanta mere bacche ko?" Shubman cooed to his mini version.

A year rolled down Y/N's eyes.

He's totally different with their child. Totally opposite to what he's to her. Cold. Weird. Aloof.

He has been behaving like that since the last month, since he had been back after his business trip from Tokyo.

Memories of the past flooded in her mind.

"Liking it?" Shubman asked, in his groggy morning voice.

"Haww, you're awake?" She asked in mock surprise.

" Was just trying to understand what's your intention." He smirked, winking.

" Besharam!" Y/N slapped his arm.

" You love this Besharam only, sweetheart." He pecked her cheek.

" You have no idea how lucky I am to have to in my life, love." he mumbled, pulling her closer, by the waist.

And she drowned more in his deep brown eyes.

" Me you we I...Oh my god oh my god! Shubman began jumping in excitement, grinning like a fool.

They're going to be parents!
Tears rolled down his eyes in happiness.
A mini version of them. Their flesh and blood. A symbol of their love.
Their baby.

Naina always cools down in her father's embrace. A perfect symbol of Papa's Princess. It was no exception that she had slept off a while after Shub had taken her in his arms.

" She'll sleep with us today. God knows what if the nightmares come again? " Shub said to nowhere in particular but Y/N understood it was directed at her.

Her heart broke.

Why is he being like this? What wrong has she done? Why is her Shub distant? Where's the one she fell hard for after marriage?

Where's the understanding, soft man of hers?

Everything was starting to torment her.

Silently she went out of the room and into the kitchen, to microwave the food. Butter chicken. His favorite.

Maybe it will make him feel better?

Hope was in her.

But, no. The stars aren't lucky or in favor of her.

Shubman had a hard look on his face which intensified noticing the dishes in the table and her hopeful eyes.
Taking just few bites of the chicken, he pushed the plate away and filled himself with rice and the veggie dish the cook had prepared and eating as fast as he could, he went into the nursery and picking their daughter up, went to the bedroom.

She couldn't eat her food. Tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes and she felt as if someone was choking her.

One of India's most eligible bachelor, the established entrepreneur, Shubman Gill is settling down with Y/N L/N, through arrange marriage!
We wish them all the best in life!"

How she was beaming that day 4 years ago!

Next day -

Shubman wasn't angry at her but himself after reading and analyzing everything.

How could he let the seed of doubt install in his mind? How could he?
In anger, he banged his fist hard on the wooden table, only to hurt himself.

When he came home that night, as early as he could, he found it empty.

She was gone. She left.

Going to visit mom for somedays with Naina.

She had texted.

And he knows they have gone never to come back.

She had read the spam and deleted section in his mailbox while looking for Naina's medical reports pdf.

He destroyed the whole place literally , slapped and hurt himself, for his own folly and mistake. She was never at fault.

Part 2 next week cz I wanna keep this suspense here!

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