Luv (Un)Arranged (Luv Shuv #3)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Song: Jaadui

- Jubin Nautiyal

Aakar

5 months later

“Maa, Aakar is cheating,” Kriti cried out, pointing her finger at me.

“I am not cheating,” I gritted out. I really wasn’t.

Dad scoffed. “Of course, he’s cheating, Kriti Beta. How else could he be winning?”

Kriti hummed in support.

“Because I’m good? Because I know how to play? Because I’m smart?”

Abhi winked at me and turned to Maa. “Bhai is definitely cheating, Maa.”

As Maa, Dad, and Navin Kaka glared at me, I saw Abhi exchange a card with Kriti.

“Look, look. Abhi and Kriti were just cheating,” I shouted.

I, for a fact, knew Ekta Kaki had seen Abhi exchange his card with Kriti because our eyes had met right after we caught them, and she had a little smile on her face.

But the moment Maa looked at them, both of those cheaters started looking at her with all the innocence in the world. “We’re not. Aakar is just trying to distract you.”

Maa turned to glare at me again, leaving Kriti and Abhi to sneak in their evil laughs. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at Maa. “Maa, they’re lying. Ask Ekta Kaki.”

Ekta Kaki suddenly started to act all innocent as she said, “What? Who, me? I didn’t see anything.”

I literally gasped out loud. I pointed an accusatory finger at all of them. “It’s because Kriti’s pregnant, isn’t it? That’s why you’re blatantly ignoring all the cheating happening here.”

Every single one of them started to deny it.

Abhi: “Bhabhi is a great player, bhai.”

Pappa: “Didn’t you see her win the last three games?”

Maa: “She beat all of us. We don’t need to do her any favors just because she’s carrying this house’s first-ever grandchild.”

Navin Kaka and Ekta Kaki: “That’s right.”

I raised my hands in defeat. “Fine. You’re right. Kriti is an exceptional player.” She was not even a decent player. I could literally see Pappa grinding his teeth, trying to play his worst to help her win, which was funny as fuck.

Right then, Ria brought a large tray full of warm masala, milk full of saffron, cashews, and almonds. I got up and quickly grabbed two glasses.

I went to the couch where Kriti sat between Maa and Abhi and asked Abhi to move.

“But I want to sit with bhabhi,” he argued.

“She wants to sit with me,” I argued back.

“No, she doesn’t.”

“Of course she does.”

“Ask her.”

I wasn’t going to ask her. Otherwise, she would just torture me by picking Abhi. Those two had joined forces to my utter frustration.

So I simply glared at him and said, “If you don’t let me sit with my wife, I’m going to take her away for a long drive.”

In the next second, the seat was empty for me.

I handed Kriti her milk as I sat beside her, my arm around her shoulders.

Kriti sat in soft cotton pajamas and one of my T-shirts that covered her slightly round stomach. I still couldn’t believe that I was going to be a father. That I already was a father to the tiny baby growing inside my wife.

Kriti was five months pregnant, and she’d never looked more gorgeous in her life. Her cheeks had turned slightly rounder, her curves were more pronounced, her hips had become fuller, and her tits were the bane of my existence.

We found out that she was pregnant six weeks after Kriti came back home. Our make-up sex had brought us the tiny, little miracle that was growing in her belly. We did have a discussion the day after our unprotected sex sessions, but Kriti wanted to leave it up to fate. I was ready to take on the responsibility of a kid, and so was Kriti. We started using condoms later on, but we did end up being pregnant.

And not a single day did we regret our choice.

Kriti and I tried to keep it to ourselves for the first two weeks after we found out. But I might’ve gone a bit overboard in being cautious and caring for Kriti. It didn’t exactly take our family too long to figure it out after that.

And to say I was the one who went overboard would be an understatement. Everyone had started to hog her so much that I’d had to resort to blackmailing them to get some free time with my own wife.

The doorbell ringing brought me out of my musings. The moment Abhi opened the door, in walked Luke, Hari, and Meera. A slightly more pregnant Meera. How in the hell did we sync up a pregnancy, I’d never figure out. But it was maddening and something I did not want to repeat. Ever.

I didn’t even have to be told before I cleared my spot from beside Kriti. Meera gave me a sweet smile as she sat beside Kriti.

“Meera, you’ve grown big,” Kriti cooed at Meera’s stomach.

Meera chuckled. “Yeah, well a seven-month pregnant belly does that to you.”

Right then, Luke handed Meera a glass of warm saffron milk and greeted my family in our native language, Gujarati.

He’d started to pick up a lot more of the language since they moved to Ahmedabad.

We spent the rest of the evening eating some spicy foods—Kriti was on a vada pav kick—and drinking warm milk. Luke and I fussed over our wives and played some card games that Kriti completely sucked at but always ended up winning.

Once everyone was gone, I asked Kriti to go upstairs while Ria, Abhi, and I cleared up the living room, dining room, and kitchen. I got some water and went to our bedroom.

I found Kriti lying on her side in her sexy silk nightgown, with very thin straps and a really, really low neckline, leaving nothing to the imagination. She wore nothing underneath, showing me the tight buds of her nipples and her slightly round stomach.

I quickly locked the door, got rid of my clothes, and pulled us both under a blanket. I pulled her closer to me, her back to my stomach as she pushed herself deeper into my arms, rolling her hips against my hard, aching cock.

I caressed her stomach and nuzzled against the back of her neck, breathing her in. “Finally. Alone at last.”

She arched her neck and caressed my cheek, bringing my mouth closer to hers. She dropped a kiss on my lips. “I missed you. Even when you were right there, I missed you. I so badly wanted to be in your arms.”

She nuzzled deeper into me and pulled me into a much deeper kiss. Kriti had started to express her needs more and more freely, and she got horny as all hell. I pulled her nightgown up around her waist and dragged my cock between her wet folds. She was always wet these days.

I slowly pushed inside her, and she sighed in relief. We stayed like that. Breathing each other in. Feeling each other to the point of madness. Loving each other.

Five months ago, I’d experienced ten days without Kriti.

Every day after Kriti returned home was all about growth and change. Even before we found out about being pregnant, we’d started to make changes. I shared more of my troubles with her while she started to share some important tidbits about the secrets that our family told her.

When she first found out about the pregnancy, she was worried that I’d start treating her like glass. That I’d stop trusting her and sharing important things with her. She was afraid I’d not treat her as an equal. But I promised her I wouldn’t let our pregnancy affect the partnership and trust we were forging.

We were more of a team now than ever. I knew I could trust Kriti with anything. She’d be there for me, sharing my burdens. I didn’t have to be too careful with her. I didn’t have to worry about stressing her out. I didn’t have to handle things for her. She was my rock, my partner, my friend, my wife.

I didn’t worry about my life, about my family anymore. I knew that whatever challenges life threw our way, we’d handle it together. As a family. With Kriti by my side, I didn’t watch my life pass by. I didn’t fear what life would bring me. I cherished my life. I looked forward to a new day, ready to love my wife, ready to welcome our child, and ready for whatever life brought us.