MasukThe glass door closed behind them with a soft click.“Slow down,” Leonard said, his voice low but firm as he reached for Aruna’s wrist. “You don’t need to rush.”“I’m not rushing,” Aruna replied, gently pulling her hand free. “I’m walking.”Leonard exhaled, clearly restraining himself. “You’re six months pregnant. Every step you take alone feels like a calculated risk to me.”Aruna stopped.She turned, her eyes steady, her expression calm but unyielding. “And every time you say things like that, it feels like I’m disappearing.”The hallway outside the doctor’s office smelled faintly of antiseptic and warm sunlight. A nurse passed by, smiling politely, unaware of the quiet storm standing still between a husband and wife learning—again—how to exist together.“I’m not trying to erase you,” Leonard said. “I’m trying to protect you.”“I know.” Aruna placed her palm over her stomach, instinctive, grounding. “But protection shouldn’t feel like a cage.”Leonard looked away. His jaw tightened.
The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows when Aruna paused at the edge of the living room, one hand resting unconsciously on her stomach. The city lights below shimmered like distant stars, beautiful yet unreachable. For the first time in days, her breathing was steady—until her phone vibrated in her palm.Leonard looked up from the documents spread across the table.“Aruna?” he called, instantly alert. “What is it?”She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes scanned the screen, the faint glow reflecting in her pupils. Then she exhaled slowly.“It’s the hospital,” she said at last. “They moved up my appointment.”Leonard stood, the chair scraping lightly against the floor. “Moved up? Why?” His voice stayed calm, but his shoulders were tense.“They said it’s routine,” Aruna replied, forcing a small smile as she turned toward him. “Because of my history.”Leonard crossed the room in long strides. “Routine doesn’t come with sudden calls,” he said quietly. “Are you okay?”“I am,”
“I can walk by myself, Leonard.”Aruna’s voice was calm, but firm, as she pulled her arm slightly free from his grasp. The hospital corridor was quiet, washed in pale afternoon light that slipped through tall glass windows. The faint scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with something warmer—hope, perhaps.Leonard stopped walking.“I know,” he said slowly. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t stay close.”She turned to face him. For a moment, neither spoke. His eyes—sharp and calculating in boardrooms, cold when facing enemies—were now clouded with something else. Fear. Bare and unhidden.Aruna sighed softly.“You’re afraid,” she said.Leonard didn’t deny it. “I almost lost you once.”“And you didn’t,” she replied gently. “I’m still here.”He nodded, but his jaw tightened. “That doesn’t erase the memory.”They resumed walking, this time side by side, their steps slower, more deliberate. Outside, the city moved on—cars passing, people laughing, life continuing without pause. Insid
Aruna stood by the wide window of the penthouse, her palm resting unconsciously on her abdomen as the city stretched beneath the pale morning light. The skyline looked softer today, less threatening, as if it had learned how to breathe with her.“I still can’t believe it,” she murmured.Behind her, Leonard paused mid-step. “Believe what?” he asked, his voice careful, like he was afraid to break something fragile.Aruna turned, a small smile forming. “That I wake up without fear clawing at my chest.”Leonard’s eyes softened instantly. He crossed the room in long strides and stopped in front of her. “You’re allowed to feel that way now,” he said. “You’re safe.”She laughed quietly. “You always say that.”“And I will keep saying it,” Leonard replied. “As many times as it takes.”Aruna studied his face—no trace of the cold, distant man she once married under contract. This Leonard carried warmth in his gaze, concern in the way his shoulders leaned slightly toward her, as if shielding her
The fetus is healthy.The soft beeping filled the room like a quiet metronome, steady and patient.“There it is,” the doctor said, adjusting the probe slightly. “Listen carefully.”Aruna froze.Leonard’s hand tightened around hers. “Do you hear that?” he whispered, his voice rough, as if he were afraid to break the sound by speaking too loudly.The rhythm pulsed through the small examination room—fast, determined, undeniably alive.Aruna’s breath hitched. “That’s… that’s the heartbeat?”The doctor smiled. “Strong and clear. Your baby is doing very well.”For a moment, Aruna couldn’t speak. The world narrowed to that sound, to the screen where a tiny shape flickered, still abstract but already precious beyond measure. Tears blurred her vision, spilling before she realized she was crying.Leonard swallowed hard. “Healthy?” he asked again, as if he needed to hear it more than once.“Yes,” the doctor replied calmly. “No abnormalities. Growth is right on schedule.”Aruna covered her mouth
Trust did not arrive loudly in Aruna’s life. It did not knock on the door or announce itself with certainty. It came quietly, in pauses between breaths, in moments when fear loosened its grip just enough for her heart to rest.The morning light filtered through the curtains, pale and gentle. Aruna sat on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on her stomach, the other gripping the sheet as if the fabric could anchor her thoughts.Leonard watched her from the doorway.“You’ve been awake for a while,” he said softly.Aruna looked up. “I didn’t want to wake you.”Leonard crossed the room in long strides and knelt in front of her, his eyes level with hers. “You don’t have to protect me from your thoughts.”She smiled faintly. “I’m not protecting you. I’m protecting myself.”He nodded, accepting the honesty. “What’s running through your mind?”Aruna hesitated. Silence had once been her shield. But silence had also nearly destroyed her.“I’m scared,” she said finally. “Not of being pregnant.
> “Aruna?”The voice rang across the bustling lobby of the luxury hotel, sharp and incredulous. Aruna froze mid-step, the strap of her designer handbag slipping slightly from her shoulder. Her head tilted slowly, eyes narrowing as they met the familiar, stormy gaze of Revan.He stood near the grand
> “How dare you lie in front of everyone!”Aruna’s voice rang sharply through the grand conference hall, cutting through the murmurs and shocked gasps of the gathered elite. Her hand slammed onto the polished mahogany table, the sound echoing like a gunshot.The man opposite her—a notorious busines
> “Aruna… are you okay?”Leonard’s voice was calm but urgent as he stepped quickly toward her. His hand reached out instinctively, resting lightly on her shoulder.Aruna staggered slightly, the sharp clatter of her dropped glass echoing in the quiet, opulent conference room. She looked down at the
“Did you hear that?” a sharply dressed woman whispered, glancing nervously at the group gathered in the penthouse lobby. Her voice trembled with disbelief.“He’s involved?” another guest asked, eyes wide. “Revan? After everything?”Aruna, standing near the large glass windows overlooking the city s







