Falling For You Again ( Under Editing)

chapter 10 "diapers and sanitary napkins"

I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling the irritation of my cramps escalate. This was the last thing I needed. I stood there, frozen in annoyance, wondering how I could have forgotten to restock. The pain and discomfort seemed to be closing in around me, and I felt a wave of desperation wash over me.

A pained gasp escaped my lips as I clutched my belly, my mind racing for a solution. I thought about calling Kavya, but I couldn't bring myself to ruin her plans. Panic set in, and I scrambled for an alternative.

That's when Rihan's face popped into my mind. He was probably lounging at home, doing nothing. I could count on him. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I pushed myself off the floor and made my way back to the couch, my hand grasping for support.

As I collapsed onto the cushions, I snatched my phone and sent Rihan a text, my fingers trembling with urgency. But the pain spiked again, and I couldn't wait for his response. With a surge of desperation, I dialed his number, holding my breath as the phone rang.

As Rihan's promise to arrive within 15 minutes hung in the air, a wave of relief washed over me, calming my frazzled nerves. I envisioned the comforting warmth of a homemade meal, and my mind wandered to the simple pleasures of soup or pasta, the only culinary feats Rihan had mastered.

But as the minutes ticked by, my anticipation gave way to concern. Twenty minutes had passed, and Rihan was nowhere to be seen. I hesitated, wondering if I should call him, but something held me back. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was aware of my discomfort, and the thought of him worrying about me was almost palpable. I reassured myself that he must be stuck in traffic.

As I waited, I curled up on the couch, drawing my knees to my chest in a futile attempt to ease the cramping pain. My eyes drifted shut, and I focused on the sound of my own ragged breathing, willing Rihan to arrive soon.

As I drifted off to sleep, my exhaustion momentarily eclipsing my discomfort, a gentle voice pierced the haze, "Aaha, I'm here." The soft words were accompanied by a reassuring touch on my cheek, sending a wave of calm through my body.

I slowly opened my eyes, expecting a jolt of fear, but instead, I felt a deep sense of safety. The touch was familiar, comforting, and I knew exactly who it belonged to.

As my gaze focused, Rihan's face came into view. His bright blue eyes, etched with concern, locked onto mine. His messy hair framed his face, and his furrowed brows spoke of his worry. In that moment, he looked just as he had all those years ago in high school - the same boy who had captured my heart.

Rihan's concerned gaze followed me as I struggled to sit up on the couch. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, wincing as another wave of cramps hit me. "Yeah, did you bring the napkins?" I asked, my eyes scanning his hands.

He stood up from his kneeling position, holding out a packet. But as I took it from him, my confusion deepened. Why on earth would a brand feature a baby on the packaging of sanitary napkins? It wasn't until I looked closer that I realized my mistake - it was a packet of baby diapers, specifically Many Poco Pants. My eyes rolled heavenward as I face-palmed, mortification washing over me.

I let out a despairing mutter, my eyes fixed on the ceiling as if seeking divine intervention. "Oh god, why me?"

Rihan's gaze followed mine, his expression puzzled. "Huh?" he murmured, before looking back at me. "Why you?" he repeated, his tone innocent and endearing. as our eyes met, I felt a surge of frustration mixed with amusement. I took a deep breath, trying to rein in my annoyance, not wanting to unleash it on him. His innocent expression only added to my exasperation.