The lecture had barely begun when Sia felt it.

A strange uneasiness.

At first, she ignored it—thinking it was just anxiety or maybe she hadn’t eaten properly. She kept her eyes on her notebook while Aryan explained the topic at the front, his voice calm and steady as always.

But then…Her stomach twisted.

Hard.

Her grip on the pen tightened. A wave of nausea rushed up suddenly, making her breath hitch.

“No… not now…” she whispered under her breath.

She tried to focus. Tried to breathe.

But it only got worse.

Her vision blurred slightly, and before she could stop herself, she abruptly stood up, pushing the chair back with a loud screech.

The entire class turned.

Aryan stopped mid-sentence.

“Sia?” his voice changed instantly.

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

Covering her mouth, she rushed out of the classroom.

The whispers started immediately.

“Did you see that?”

“Is she okay?”

“Wait… don’t you think—”

A girl leaned closer to her friend, lowering her voice but not enough. “What if she’s pregnant?”

Another gasp. “Oh my god… that’s why they got married so suddenly, right?”

Soft giggles. Curious stares,Speculations.

And every single word… reached Aryan.

His jaw clenched.

“Enough.”The single word silenced the room.

His eyes scanned the class—sharp, warning.

“Focus on your work.”

But his mind wasn’t there anymore,Not even close.

Outside, Sia leaned against the corridor wall, her breathing uneven.

She felt dizzy… embarrassed… overwhelmed.

Tears burned in her eyes.

“This is so humiliating…” she whispered.

The door opened behind her.

She didn’t need to turn.

“Aryan…” her voice broke slightly.

He reached her in seconds.

“Sia, what happened?” his tone was no longer that of a professor—it was pure concern.

“I don’t know… I just felt—” she swallowed, pressing a hand to her stomach, “really nauseous…”

His expression tightened.

“Did you eat anything?”

She shook her head faintly. “Just coffee…”

He sighed under his breath, already understanding.

“Of course.”

Before she could react, he gently held her shoulders, guiding her to sit on a nearby bench.

“Sit.”

She obeyed quietly, still feeling weak.

He crouched slightly in front of her, his voice softer now. “Look at me.”She did.

“You’re okay,” he said firmly. “It’s just acidity or weakness. Nothing else.”

Her lips parted. “But… everyone—”

“I don’t care about everyone.”The way he said it… made her chest tighten.

“They’ll talk,” he continued calmly. “That’s what people do when they don’t have anything better.”

A tear slipped down her cheek.

“It’s embarrassing, Aryan…”

His expression softened instantly.

Without thinking, he reached up and wiped her tear gently with his thumb.

“You think I’m ashamed of you?” he asked quietly.

She shook her head quickly. “No… but—”

“Then don’t let their words make you feel small.”

His voice was steady… grounding.

For a moment, the noise around her faded.

It was just him.

Just his eyes holding hers.

“I got scared…” she admitted softly. “For a second, I thought… what if something is actually wrong…”

His heart skipped.

He stood up and sat beside her, pulling her slightly closer.

“Even if something was,” he said, his voice low but firm, “we would handle it together.”

That word—*together*—wrapped around her like warmth.

She leaned into him unconsciously, her head resting lightly against his shoulder.

“They were saying…” she hesitated.

“I heard,” he interrupted.

A brief silence.

“And?” she asked quietly.

He let out a small breath.

“And I wanted to walk out of that class and shut everyone up.”

A faint smile appeared on her lips despite everything. “You didn’t.”

“Because that would make things worse for you.”

She looked at him.

“See?” she murmured. “You do care too much.”

He glanced down at her, a soft look in his eyes. “Only about you.”Her heartbeat quickened.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then he gently placed his hand over hers.

“Next time… eat properly,” he said, a hint of scolding in his tone.

She smiled weakly. “Yes, sir.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t start that here,” he muttered.

She let out a small laugh—the first real one since morning.

Later that day, when she felt better, he insisted on walking her home.

Not as a professor,But as her husband.

As they walked side by side, their hands brushing lightly, Sia glanced at him.

“You really weren’t worried about… what they said?”

He stopped.

Turning to her, his gaze softened.

“Sia,” he said quietly, “our truth doesn’t change because of someone else’s imagination.”

Her eyes shimmered slightly.

“And if someday…” he paused, choosing his words carefully, “that becomes true…”

Her breath caught,He stepped closer.

“I won’t be scared,” he continued. “I’ll just… stand beside you like this.”

His fingers intertwined with hers.

“Always.”

Her throat tightened with emotion.

“You’re impossible…” she whispered.

“And you love that.”

She smiled, leaning her head lightly against his arm as they resumed walking.

And this time…

The whispers didn’t matter.

Because his presence was louder than all of them.

45- RESULT

The classroom felt heavier than usual.Sia clutched her answer sheet, her fingers trembling just enough to betray the calm expression she was trying to hold. Red ink stared back at her—marks deducted, comments circled, careless mistakes highlighted like wounds.

She swallowed.

Not bad… but not what she *could* have done.

Around her, whispers floated—some relieved, some disappointed—but everything blurred into noise. Her eyes instinctively lifted toward the front of the class.

Aryan stood there.

Composed. Professional. Distant.

But his eyes—those eyes didn’t lie.He had seen her marks.And for a second… just a second… something in him broke.

The entire lecture passed like a haze.

Sia didn’t tease him today. Didn’t meet his gaze again. Didn’t smile.

And that scared Aryan more than anything.

By the time she reached home, she dropped her bag without a word and sat on the edge of the bed, still holding that paper.

Her throat tightened.

She had worked hard.

She *knew* she had.

So why did it feel like she had failed?

The door clicked open softly.Aryan stepped in,For a moment, neither spoke.

Then his eyes fell on the paper in her hand… and guilt flooded his chest.

“Sia…” his voice was quieter than usual.

She didn’t look up. “It’s okay.”

That hurt more.

He walked closer, slow, hesitant—like he wasn’t sure if he had the right anymore.

“It’s not okay,” he said, sitting beside her. “You could’ve scored higher.”

She gave a small, humorless smile. “I know.”

Silence again.

Then he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “It’s my fault.”

Now she looked at him.

“What?”

“I distracted you,” he said, voice low, heavy. “The marriage, everything… me being around you all the time… I should’ve—”

“Aryan.” Her tone was firm.

He stopped.

“You think I’m that weak?” she asked softly.

“No, that’s not what I—”

“Then don’t reduce my effort to just *you*.”

Her words weren’t harsh… but they carried weight.

He looked at her, conflicted. “I just… I know you. You aim higher than this.”

“And I still will,” she said, her voice softer now. “This is one test. Not my capability.”

His gaze dropped.

“I should’ve been more careful,” he murmured. “As your professor… I failed.”

That’s when she moved.

Sia placed the paper aside and shifted closer to him, her hand gently reaching for his.

“You didn’t fail me,” she whispered.

He didn’t look convinced.

So she leaned in… resting her head lightly against his shoulder.

“I got distracted,” she admitted.“But not in a bad way.”

His fingers tightened around hers.

“I was… happy,” she continued. “New life, new routine… *you*.”

That made his breath hitch.

“But happiness doesn’t mean weakness,” she added softly. “I’ll balance it. I just need time.”

Aryan finally turned to her, his eyes softer now—but still carrying guilt.

“I don’t want to be the reason you fall behind.”

She smiled faintly, lifting her head to look at him.

“Then be the reason I rise higher.”

That… broke something in him.

His hand came up to cup her face, thumb brushing gently against her cheek.

“You always say things like that…” he murmured.

“Because you always overthink,” she teased lightly.

A small smile finally touched his lips.The room grew quieter… softer.

The tension melted, replaced by something warm… something intimate.

“I’m proud of you,” he said suddenly.

Her brows furrowed. “For losing marks?”

“For not breaking.”

Her eyes softened.

“And for proving that you’re stronger than my fears,” he added.

Her heart skipped.

Slowly, gently, he pulled her closer.This time, she didn’t resist.

Her arms wrapped around him, holding him tighter than before—as if reassuring *him* now.

“I’ll do better next time,” she whispered against his chest.

“I know you will,” he replied, pressing his lips softly against her hair.

They stayed like that for a while.

No pressure. No expectations.Just warmth.

Just them.

After a few moments, Aryan tilted her chin up, his gaze lingering on her face—on the slight sadness still left in her eyes.

“Still upset?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Hmm…”

Before she could react, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Then another… just above her eyebrow.

Then her cheek.

Each one slow… deliberate… comforting.

Sia closed her eyes, a faint smile finally forming.

“Better?” he whispered.

"A little" She teased

" Such a drama queen"

He placed kiss on her lips..

" Now" ? HE ASKED

" Better" She said chuckling.

“Good,” he murmured.

His lips brushed hers—not rushed, not demanding—just a soft, lingering kiss that spoke more than words ever could.

When they pulled apart, their foreheads rested together.

“No more blaming yourself,” she said quietly.

“Only if you stop doubting yourself,” he replied.

“Deal.”

The paper still lay on the bed beside them.But somehow… it didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

CH-46. A TRIP OF THEM

Aryan didn’t tell Sia where they were going.

He just said, “Pack something light… and something you look too beautiful in,” with that quiet smirk of his that always made her heart race faster than it should.

And she knew—this wasn’t just a trip.This was his way of making up for everything… the stress, the exams, the distance they sometimes felt even while being together.

The drive was long, soft music playing in the background, the golden sunlight brushing against Sia’s face as she leaned her head on the window.

Aryan kept stealing glances.

“Stop staring and drive,” she murmured, without even looking at him.

“I’m driving perfectly,” he replied calmly. “It’s your fault for sitting there looking like that.”

She turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like I shouldn’t have waited this long to take you away.”

Her breath hitched, just a little.

The place he chose was quiet—a small hill-side cottage, surrounded by greenery, away from noise, away from people… just them.

Sia stepped out of the car, looking around in awe.
“Aryan… this is beautiful.”

He came up behind her, his voice softer now.
“So are you.”

She smiled, but before she could say anything, he gently held her hand, interlocking their fingers.

“No distractions here,” he whispered near her ear. “No classes, no people… just us.”

That evening was slow.

They cooked together, laughed over silly things, argued over salt and spices, and ended up eating half-cooked food anyway.

Later, they sat outside, wrapped in one shawl, the cold breeze brushing past them.

Sia rested her head on his shoulder.
“This… feels peaceful.”

Aryan tilted his head slightly, resting it against hers.
“Feels like I finally have you to myself.”

She looked up at him then, eyes softer, deeper.

“I was always yours.”

Something in that moment shifted.

It wasn’t teasing anymore.
It wasn’t playful.

It was real… quiet… intense.

Back inside, the room was dim, only a warm lamp glowing.

Sia stood near the window, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of her dupatta.

Aryan watched her for a few seconds… then walked toward her slowly.

“Sia…”

She turned, her heartbeat uneven now.

He didn’t rush.

He never did when it mattered.

His hand reached her cheek, brushing a strand of hair away, his touch gentle, almost asking.

“Are you okay?” he murmured.

She nodded softly.

That was enough.

He pulled her closer, slowly, giving her time… giving her space to step back if she wanted.

But she didn’t.

Instead, her fingers clutched his shirt.

That was his answer.

Their closeness deepened—not rushed, not overwhelming—but filled with trust, warmth, and everything they had held back for so long.

He finally getting apart looking at her flushed face,she placed a kiss on her lips.

Hungrily.But comforting.

Her hands reaching to his hairs, folding them.

(16+-- )

Him picking her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist,and taking her to bed sitting on edge with her sticking on his lap like a koala bear.

She nibbled on his lips, leaving wet trail on his face.

He moaned when she nibbled on his adams apple,He grabbed her hairs pulling them a little.

They both moaned together.

She pushed him on bed coming over him. Removing his belt from his trouser itself,she tucked her hands pinning them upward from headboard of bed.

He raised his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"Going to check your patience level" She answered as her hands reaching to her own dress, pulling down looking clearly in his black orbs.

"Sia baby,this is not fair"He said while wiggling his hands.

"Haven't you heard everything is fair in love... professor roy" she teased as she took out her skirt leaving herself in her inner wear.

He bit his inner cheek while exhaling.

"You're gonna regret it" He said looking at her adjusting himself.

"Will see who's gonna regret" She said, taking her hands at the back of her strap of bra.

He closed his eyes only to look at her again.

Pulling strands down the shoulder,she finally revealed herself throwing somewhere near him.

Him trying to be composed.

But is he?

Nopee.

Her hands reached to her waistband of innerwear.

"Sia,comeon... don't tease me..open it" He said pointing to belt which is tying him to lose control over her.

" Sorry Mr. Roy ...I can't" She said pulling it down finally standing naked in front of him.

His breath hitched looking at her from head to toe and again toe to head.

He wiggled again,as she steps towards him sitting infront of her on bed just a inch away .

"Sia..now open it please" He requested again only to listen her chuckle..

Sia trailed her index finger from his forehead to nose to lips then neck tracing jaw line..

Feeling his hot breath in her hands.

Uncontrollable urge,and she just teased more leaning on him ,he opened the button of his shirt revealing his toned abs, placing kisses on him..He wiggled again.

She is teasing him,when she heard a voice , looking at him she realised he pulled the belt it got break.

Before she can step away she was flipped under him..

" Now you will regret it" He muttered, throwing his shirt and trouser away , placing kisses hungrily surely leaving marks on her body.

With the saved part of belt ,he tied her hands upward.

" No..no..Aryan..." She requested.

" Oh .... sorry mrs.roy" He tied her hands..

His face on her chest.

No hesitation,no gentleness

Just the urge.

The world outside faded.

But them in their own hot world.

He trailed his hands on her body from upward reaching to her inner thighs.

He feathered his fingers near her core, earning moans from her.

Her eyes deeply shut,he inserted his finger on her listening a loud moan.

Her legs bent, trembling.

"Arr..Aryan... please open it" She requested agin...

He finally opened it,her hands reached to his shoulders pulling him more on her..

He replaced it with two fingers earning moans.

The rhythm continued after a moments,hai fingers removed when she felt hollowness only to get full again by his hardness.

The pace increased, listening her screams and his groans.

He pushed himself inside more until he reached to climax.

He spooned her from back , taking her leg by supporting her,he pushed again..Her eyes breamed tears.

Only to change in pleasure,skin colliding with each other.

They finally released.

And for the first time, it truly felt like there was no distance left between them… not emotionally, not physically.

The next morning

Sunlight slipped through the curtains, falling softly across the bed.

Sia stirred, her eyes opening slowly… only to find Aryan already awake, watching her.

“…that’s creepy,” she mumbled, pulling the blanket up.

He chuckled. “I’ve been awake for ten minutes. You make too many expressions while sleeping.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Stop lying.”

“I’m not,” he leaned closer. “At one point you frowned… like you were arguing with me even in your dreams.”

She tried to push him away, but he caught her wrist gently.

“Where are you going?” he whispered.

“To get ready.”

“So early?”

She glared. “Some of us don’t stare at people while they sleep.”

He smirked. “Some of us didn’t look this beautiful yesterday morning.”

Her breath caught.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered.

“And you’re avoiding me.”

“I’m not—”

He pulled her slightly closer again, not letting her finish.

“Relax,” he murmured, his tone softer now. “I’m just… happy.”

That disarmed her.

Her expression softened.

“…me too.”

For a moment, they just stayed like that—no teasing, no words—just quiet smiles, warmth, and a kind of comfort that didn’t need anything more.

Aryan brushed his thumb lightly across her cheek.
“Trip successful?”

Sia smiled, eyes shining.

“More than successful.”

And for once… neither of them wanted to rush back to reality.

47- Pregnant

The house was alive that evening.

Laughter echoed through the living room, blending with the soft clinking of tea cups and the familiar warmth of family conversations.

Sia sat beside Aryan on the couch, her dupatta neatly draped, her posture calm—but her fingers kept fidgeting slightly in her lap.

Across from them, Aryan’s parents were talking, his mother going on about relatives, neighbors, and the never-ending list of “important updates.”

“You both don’t tell us anything,” his mother complained lightly. “Bas apni duniya mein hi rehte ho.”

Aryan sighed. “Maa, we literally live in the same house.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she shot back. “You still don’t sit with us properly.”

Sia smiled softly, trying to ease the moment.
“We’re here now, aunty.”

His father chuckled. “Haan, aur tumhare wajah se hi yeh aaj baitha hai.”

Aryan leaned slightly toward Sia, whispering, “See? I’m only valued because of you.”

She tried not to laugh.

The conversation continued, light and easy.

Until suddenly… it didn’t.

Sia’s smile faltered.

Her brows knit slightly as she shifted in her seat.

A strange uneasiness crept in—subtle at first, then stronger.

The smell of tea… suddenly felt too strong.

Her throat tightened.

Aryan noticed immediately.

“Sia?” he murmured softly, leaning closer. “What happened?”

She shook her head lightly. “Nothing… I just—”

Before she could finish, she quickly stood up, her hand instinctively covering her mouth.

“Sia?” his mother’s voice turned concerned.

But Sia was already rushing toward the washroom.

Aryan followed her instantly.

Inside, he held her hair back as she leaned over the sink, her body reacting uncontrollably.

“Hey… easy, I’m here,” he whispered, his hand steady on her back.

After a few moments, it passed.

But the silence that followed felt heavier.

When they came back to the living room, all eyes were on them.

His mother stood up immediately.
“Kya hua? Tabiyat kharab hai kya?”

Sia shook her head softly. “I’m okay… bas thoda sa…”

Aryan wasn’t convinced.

His gaze stayed fixed on her, concern clear in his eyes.

His father spoke gently, “Doctor ko dikha dete hain. Just to be sure.”

The air shifted.

Something unspoken lingered.

A possibility no one said out loud… but everyone felt.

Later that night, in their room—

Sia sat on the edge of the bed, her heartbeat uneven.

Aryan paced once… twice… then stopped in front of her.

“You’ve been feeling off since yesterday, right?”

She nodded slowly.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“Sia…”

She looked up at him, her voice barely there.
“Do you think…?”

He didn’t answer immediately.

Because he was thinking the same thing.

The night passed sleeping in cuddle

The next day, the hospital visit felt longer than it should.

Sia sat quietly, her fingers tightly holding onto Aryan’s hand.

He didn’t let go.

Not even for a second.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, though his own voice carried tension.

She glanced at him. “You’re nervous.”

He gave a small smile. “Only because you are.”

When the report came, time seemed to slow down.

The doctor looked at them with a gentle smile.

“Congratulations.”

The word hung in the air.

Sia blinked.

Aryan stared.

Pregnant.

Back home, the same living room felt… different now.

Sia sat quietly, her hands resting in her lap.

Aryan stood near the sofa, still trying to process everything.

His mother looked between them, sensing something.

“what happened?” she asked softly.

Aryan glanced at Sia once… then back at his parents.

His voice was calm—but not steady.

“Maa…”

A small pause.

“Sia is pregnant "

Silence.

A complete, stunned silence.

Then—

His mother’s eyes widened, her hand instantly going to her mouth.

“Sach?” her voice broke slightly.

Sia lowered her gaze, a soft nod following.

The next moment, his mother was beside her, holding her face gently.

“Are you okay? Kuch problem toh nahi hai na?”

Sia shook her head quickly. “Nahi, aunty… I’m okay.”

His father smiled—proud, emotional, composed.

“Yeh toh bahut badi khushkhabri hai.”

But amidst the happiness…

Aryan and Sia still carried something else.

Hesitation.

Overwhelm.

That night, their room was quieter than usual.

Sia stood near the window, her arms wrapped around herself.

Aryan watched her for a moment… then walked closer.

“Too much?” he asked gently.

She nodded.

“A little.”

He stepped in front of her.

“I didn’t even ask you…” she whispered. “If you were ready…”

His expression softened instantly.

“Sia.”

He placed his hands on her shoulders.

“This isn’t just your responsibility.”

Her eyes lifted to meet his.

“We’re in this together.”

She exhaled slowly.

“I’m scared, Aryan.”

“I know.”

“What if I mess up?”

“You won’t.”

“But what if I do?”

He smiled faintly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Then we’ll fix it together.”

Her eyes filled slightly.

“And you?” she asked. “Are you ready?”

He paused.

Honest.

“…I don’t know.”

Her breath hitched.

“But,” he continued softly, pulling her closer, “I know I won’t let you face it alone.”

That was enough.

She leaned into him, her arms wrapping around him tightly.

His hand moved to her back, holding her just as firmly.

After a while, she pulled back slightly, her hand slowly resting over her stomach.

Aryan’s gaze followed.

He hesitated… then gently placed his hand over hers.

Both of them went still.

It felt real now.

Completely real.

Sia looked up at him, her voice soft but steady.

“Aryan…”

“Hmm?”

A small, nervous smile appeared on her lips.

“We’re going to be parents.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Yeah…”

When he opened them again, there was something new in them.

Not just love.

Not just desire.

But responsibility… and something deeper.

“We are.”

He placed kiss on her lips and forehead

And this time—

Even with the fear, the uncertainty, the overwhelming change—

They didn’t pull away.

Because now…

It wasn’t just their story anymore.

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