ISHIKA POV

Time. Time is something we think we have a lot, but it is the only thing we don't have enough. When we think that we also have tomorrow to spend with, we postpone everything for tomorrow, but we forget tomorrow never comes. its today is only we have.

One lesson I learned the hard way is if we want to confess something to someone, rather it's our raw emotions or feeling for that person, or maybe it was for asking apology from the person, or maybe to forgive someone, we should do it today, because this is the right time, we never know what might happen to them the very next second.

They say time heals everything, but no one told you that with time, maybe the outer wound start fading but what about the wound we got deep inside, what about it when with every passing second the intensity of pain keeps on increasing. No one knows what to do or what to say in this situation. They say its pain which make us strong, but why don't they see that even the stronger one get tired of dealing with pain, even those stronger people need some place to be vulnerable, for once.........

Alas it doesn't happen, people come and say few words out of pity, but someone please tell them, I don't need their pity, I am well off without their pathetic words. First of all, who even ask them to comfort me. Why can't they let us live in peace for once. Is it so hard to do. No right, then why.........

My chain of thoughts broke when I realize someone is shaking me, I jerk my head sidewards to look at the intruder,

"We are getting late Ishu, first we have an appointment with your doctor, then you have your flight to catch. Misha called; she said you were not picking your phone. what happened Ishu?" the intruder aka Gautam asked picking the comb from the floor. My eyes moisten as I shook my head looking at him,

"I don't want to go anywhere." I whisper palming my face, he shook his head as he sat down on his knee.

"Ishu......, before anything you are my friend, my sister, and I can't see you in pain.... You tell what will I say to him when he ask-" he stop in between as he realize what he is about to say, and heave a long sigh closing his eyes tightly.

"come lets go, the doctor is waiting for us. Come on stand up, you know you have become so heavy, I cant lift you." he joked trying to change the atmosphere and with that being said he pull me with him out of the room.

"Ishika come and eat something before going out, you have become so week. See I have made everything of your taste. Come fast." Mom yelled for us from kitchen, we both walk up to there.

"Mom it's too much, I can't eat it." I whin looking at my completely filled plate, as mom still keep on filling it. Gautam snort from besides, while dad smack his head.

"no, you have to finish everything on your plate, enough of your whining, now like a good girl complete everything...... drink the juice too..... yes, very good...." Mom keeps on saying things for me to eat this eat that.

Oh god I am so full.

"No milk mom, I just had juice." I said but who is she to listen, I start feeling uncomfortable, as my stomach started to churn, I feel all the bile running up towards my throat , and in no second I run towards the nearest washroom, and puke out everything, everyone come running behind me, mom start rubbing my back. After few minutes of vomiting, I wash my face, and drink some water given by Gautam, and rest a little.

After bidding our bye, me and Gautam came out the villa and drove to hospital.

"...she won't eat anything, she don't even drink the juices you have suggested, very hardly go for a walk, and even she vomited today, also-" from past ten minutes Gautam keep on saying everything whatever comes in his mind to the doctor sitting in front of us, who very patiently listen to him. I put my hand over his hand to stop him.

Thank god he stopped, I don't know what else would I have to do to keep him quite.

He looked at me with raised brows, eyes filled with worry and confusion; I shook my head at him and turn my attention towards doctor who is busy in writing something on her notepad.

"Mr. Kapoor its really normal for her to do all this. At this stage, it's pretty common, you don't have to worry about anything....... Your test reports are normal, just try to control your stress, its not good for the The meds I asked you earlier, stop them as you don't need them anymore... Go for a long walk for at least twenty minutes daily. Also, your ultrasound is left, which we will do now.......... Come and lie down on the bed." The doctor said motion with her hand, we move towards the machine, which is in the other side of the room.

I lie down with help of Gautam, he stood beside me waiting for next set of instruction from the doctor.

The doctor look towards Gautam and raise her brows, he elbowed me asking what she is implying, I shook my head in uncertainty, since I myself doesn't know, I voiced out my confusion and ask, she said,

"You can go out." She said pointing his index finger towards him, Gautam nodded his head in understanding and turn around to go out when I hold his hand and shook my head asking him not to go.

I need someone beside me in this happy moment. I don't want to celebrate my happiness alone, he was all back and forth with me all these months, handling all of my stupid mood swings, all my midnight cravings like an obedient brother. He is the major support apart from mom and dad to deal with the problems. He nodded his head and again stood beside me holding my hand.

"No, he will stay here with me." I said and doctor nodded as she wore her gloves.

"are you excited to see your baby." She asked, and we both nod our head with excitement. Soon she applied some gel over my abdomen, then she moves the array over my abdomen and ask us to see the screen where I can see my six-month-old baby. My eyes moisten looking at the symbol of my and Ranveer love, our love. Only if he is here, with me I know for sure he would have cried looking at the screen.

"you want to hear the voice," she asked and I nodded my head not trusting my vocal cord at this moment.

Soon we hear the voice of my child, my eyes start leaking as Gautam wipe them off with a teary chuckle and shook his head asking me to stop crying, he records the sound on his phone for mom and dad after taking the ultra sound we came out of the hospital smiling from ear to ear.

We stop at the ice cream shop; he went inside and came with four different flavors of ice cream for me and one for himself also. I took all of them from him, more like snatching. He glares at me as I show my tongue to him and start licking my vanilla cone happily.

After eating ice cream, we chit chat about the baby till we reach home. He drops me inside home and went away to his office since he had a meeting.

"Mom, dad. I have a surprise for you." I yelled excitedly as they both sat beside me on the sofa placed in my room.

"Oh, what is it?" dad asked, and I show him my phone. They both look at me in confusion, and I grin looking at them.

I played the recording and wait for their reaction, but they twitch they faces in confusion, I shook my head at them and pause the recording.

"Mom... dad... its voice of your grandchild." I said controlling my tears. And again, played the recording.

Tears streaming down from mom's eyes as she side hugged me listening to the voice, while dad smiled controlling his tears, he also hugged me from other side. We three keep on listening the voice on repeat laughing at the weird voice our baby makes.

After few hours with a heavy heart, I sat inside my jet with Misha besides me and few bodyguards, we took off to our destination for next three days.

I just hope these days will end really fast. I thought looking at the sunset. And again, went down to my and Ranveer beautiful memory lane.