Outfit.

Saanvi's pov

I traced Yuvraj Ji's tanned yet handsome face with my fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin.

His beard tickled me, and I saw him clutching the pillow tightly—the pillow I had replaced with my own body.

Placing a gentle kiss on his cheek, I decided to cook something today.

Usually, under the scrutiny of my husband, I couldn't cook because he worried I might hurt myself. But today, I wanted to surprise him.

I wore the new red one piece without bathing, as it's hard for me to manage alone. Yuvraj Ji always assists me, but today I wanted to handle things myself.

Yuvraj ji has been working from home mostly, his presence a constant in our home.

He’s always alert, eyes and ears trained on me, ensuring I’m comfortable and the babies are safe. At times, his over-caring nature makes me mad.

I can’t take a step without him hovering, asking if I need anything or reminding me to rest. It’s suffocating, like being wrapped in layers of cotton wool, but I knew he genuinely cares. He’s worried about my health and the babies too.

Then early in morning, as I shuffled into the kitchen, still groggy from a restless night, Yuvraj was already there.

I stood midway in the empty kitchen, still in shock at how Yuvraj Ji had reached there before me.

He must have woken up and felt my absence. Ignoring how delicious he looked in his simple white dhoti with his hair messy, I walked slowly towards him.

He looked up from his phone and smiled, that warm, reassuring smile that could melt away any frustration.

"Aaj mujhse phele uth gyi tu, Heer. Kaise laga raha hai, bacha?

( You woke up before me today, Heer. How are you feeling, baby?)

he asked, his eyes scanning me for any signs of discomfort.

His hands caressing my stiff back and protruding belly.

"Mai theek hu, Yuvraj ji. Bas thodi thakaan hai,"

(I’m fine, Yuvraj ji. Just tired,)

I replied, trying to sound casual.

He was by my side in an instant, guiding me to a chair.

"Baitho. Mai nashta bana deta hu."

(Sit. I’ll make you breakfast)

"Mai bana sakti hu Yuvraj ji,"

(I can do it myself, Yuvraj ji)

I protested weakly, but he was already pulling out ingredients from the fridge.

"Mai bana lunga. Tumhe aaram ki jarurat hai, jaan,"

(Let me take care of it. You need to rest, darling)

he insisted.

I sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue. Instead, I watched him move around the kitchen with practiced ease.

Despite the irritation his constant vigilance sometimes brought, there was a part of me that was deeply grateful for his care. His concern wasn’t just about the babies; it was about us, about our future together.

Yuvraj ji was cooking while making small talk with me. Before starting to make aloo paratha, he chopped some fruits and gave them to me to eat. I kissed his lips, thanking him. He patted my head lovingly, his lips tilting into a soft smile—a stark contrast to his usually hard personality.

Yuvraj Ji didn't know how to cook initially. He learned it, one night during my fifth month of pregnancy when, at three in the dark night, I cried for homemade bitter gourd.

He didn't know how to cook it, and in my hormonal state, I shouted at him.

Though I apologized later, he wasn't mad at me. He was mad at himself for not being able to provide something I asked for.

From the very next day, he started learning to cook. Cuts, burns, and other mishaps happened, but he was determined.

My eyes teared up thinking about how this man was turning into the best husband and would soon become the best father. I hastily wiped my eyes, not wanting him to notice my tears.

After he finished cooking for both of us, he made me eat the paratha with sweet strawberry jam. I knew it was weird, but it was my craving.

After breakfast, he bathed me with care. Then the massage lady arrived. My mother-in-law took me to her room, and in the presence of other women, the old, experienced lady gave me a soothing massage.

My mother-in-law, had become a pillar of support, always ensuring I was comfortable and well cared for.

Her excitement was immeasurable and she often shared stories of her own experiences as a young mother, weaving wisdom with humor in equal measure.

Then there was Dhuni, my best friend since childhood. Dhuni had taken on the role of the designated "best aunt," eagerly counting down the days until she could spoil the babies with love and presents. I cherished the moments when Dhuni would visit, her laughter filling the room and lifting Saanvi's spirits higher.

Dhuni came in while the massage was going on, as usual. She caressed my stomach and told my children that their aunt was eagerly waiting for them.

She had been looking after the dance academy wonderfully. The dream of having my own dance academy, fulfilled by Yuvraj Ji, still felt surreal to me.

I told Dhuni that I was taking a holiday today because I felt tired. She teased me about being worn out from last night's activities, making me blush hard. She wasn't wrong—Yuvraj Ji had indeed been particularly active with his hard cock, last night.

She, then, left to start the academy for the day. I noticed her growing closeness to Arun. She had confided in me, but they hadn't made it official yet because Dhuni's parents were strict and she was reluctant to talk to them about it.

Once the massage ended, my mother-in-law held my hand and, with slow steps, took me to my room and settled me on the bed.

I gently traced her fingertips over the curve of her belly, feeling the rhythmic movements from within.

Eight months had flown by, each day feeling the life growing inside me. I reclined on the head board of bed, eyes closed, basking in the warmth of the late afternoon sunlight filtering through the curtains.

"Heer."

Not even seconds later, Yuvraj Ji burst into the room, his eyes scanning for me. His tense expression softened with visible relief when he saw me. My mother-in-law and I exchanged a knowing look, shaking our heads at his protectiveness. He always behaved as if I might vanish at any moment.

Yuvraj Ji's presence was always commanding, a mix of strength and tenderness. His tall, broad-shouldered frame, tanned skin, and chiseled features exuded a rugged handsomeness. His dark eyes, often intense, held a softness when they looked at me, and his full beard added to his masculine appeal.

My mother-in-law patted my head gently before leaving the room. She couldn’t resist giving her impatient son a playful slap on the back as she passed by him. I giggled at the sight, and Yuvraj Ji rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

Standing just outside the door was a man holding a stack of files. Yuvraj Ji took the files from him and closed the door, shutting out the world for a while.

He moved with a grace, settling beside me on the bed with the ease of someone who belonged there.

He turned his attention to the files, his focus shifting seamlessly to work. Yet, even while engrossed in his papers, his presence was a comforting constant. I watched him for a moment, admiring the way his strong hands moved, the slight furrow of concentration on his brow, and the way the light played off his features.

Despite the demands of his responsibilities, he always made time for me, always showed how much he cared. His protectiveness, while sometimes overbearing, was rooted in a deep, abiding love that never ceased to touch my heart.

My thoughts wandered to these past months, that had revealed a new facet of his tenderness.

I smiled as recalling how he would kneel beside me at night, his palm resting softly on her bump. He spoke to their unborn babies in a voice so sweet, as though they were old friends reunited after years apart.

"Kaise hai mere pyare chhote bacche? Hmmm.."

(How are my little ones doing? Hmmm..)

Saanvi imagined him saying, his tone a mix of excitement and soothing reassurance.

I felt two hard kicks from within and Yuvraj ji chuckled taking it as 'we are good'.

"Acha acha, aapke baba samjh gaye. Ab zyda masti nahi"

(Okay okay, your father understood this. Now no more kicks.)

He cooed and caressed my belly.

"Apni maa ko zyda pareshan na karo, theek? Mai usse dard mei nahi dekh sakta. Agar tum dono ache se rahoge toh mai tumhe kaali jeep upahar mein dunga, theek hai na?"

(Don't trouble your mother much okay? I don't want to see her in pain. And if you all be a good babies, then I will buy you a black jeep as your gift, okay?)

I felt small kicks again.

"Theek hai toh yeh wada raha fir."

(Okay then, it's a deal)

Yuvraj Ji's response was tender as he felt the kicks of the babies through my stomach.

He gently kissed my belly, and the children almost instantly calmed down.

I couldn't help but giggle softly at the thought of Yuvraj ji addressing their babies as if they could understand every word.

But I sealed my smile and acted to be in deep sleep, not wanting to disturb their father - children bond.

His earnestness touched her deeply, filling her with a love that seemed to grow exponentially with each passing day.

His enthusiasm for becoming a father was infectious, and it mirrored the joy radiating from their families and friends.

"Yuvraj ji."

I poked finger in his sprawled thigh on bed.

"Hmmm?"

He asked looking at me with full attention.

Determined to reclaim a sense of normalcy, I suggested we take a walk in the garden.

Yuvraj hesitated, his protective instincts flaring up.

"Pakka? Shayad tujhe aaram karna chahiye andar hi."

(Are you sure? Maybe we should stay inside.)

“I need some fresh air, Yuvraj ji. Please?” I pleaded.

He sighed, but eventually relented. “Alright, but only for a little while.”

We strolled through the garden, the cool evening breeze a welcome change.

I linked my arm through his, leaning into his steady presence. For a moment, everything felt perfect, like it used to be before the worries and fears set in.

“I love you, Yuvraj ji,” I said softly, looking up at him.

He stopped, turning to face me. His eyes, filled with a depth of emotion, searched mine. “I love you too, Heer. More than anything.”

In that moment, I realized that despite the frustrations and the overbearing care, we were in this together. His concern, his protectiveness, it was all part of his love for me and our unborn children.

And while it might drive me mad at times, it was also the reason I felt safe, cherished, and ready to face whatever came next.

Later after the walk ended, I went to bathroom for peeing. Unknowingly my eyes clashed with mirror reflection.

I hadn't seen my self in mirror since months because my mother in kaw said it's a kind of bad omen.

But now, My reflection a harsh reminder of how much my body had changed. The stretch marks etched across my belly, the fullness of my face, and the double chin all screamed at me. I felt ugly. Yuvraj ji, with his tall, muscular frame and chiseled jaw, seemed like a stark contrast to my rounder, softer form.

Tears welled up in my eyes, unbidden and unstoppable. Just then, Yuvraj walked in, immediately noticing my distress. He crossed the room in two strides, his expression shifting from confusion to concern.

"Heer? kya hua, meri jaan!?"

(Heer? what’s wrong, my life?)

he asked, his voice filled with worry.

I couldn’t find the words to explain, so I just gestured to the mirror. His eyes followed my hand, and understanding dawned on his face.

Without a word, he cupped my cheeks, his thumbs gently brushing away the tears.

“Heer, meri taraf dekh,” he said softly, tilting my chin up so our eyes met.

(Heer, look at me)

"Tu bhot sundar hai, Heer. Phele se hi zyda khubsurat."

(You are beautiful, Heer. More beautiful than ever.)

I shook my head, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak.

"Par... dekhiye mujhe. Mai itni moti ho gayi hu aur yeh nishan....."

(But… look at me. I’m so chubby and these stretch marks…)

He interrupted me with a hot kiss, his lips warm and reassuring against mine.

When he pulled back, his gaze was intense, full of love and conviction.

“These changes, they’re not flaws. They’re signs of the incredible life you’re carrying inside you. Our babies, Heer. Your body is doing something miraculous, and that makes you even more beautiful to me.”

He kissed me again, this time deeper, more passionately. His hands moved to cradle my face, his touch gentle but firm. I felt his love in every caress, every whisper against my lips.

“I love you, meri jaan. Every part of you. This chubbiness, these marks, they’re part of our journey together. They’re part of you, and I love you even more for it,” he murmured between kisses.

His words washed over me, soothing my insecurities. He held my hand, amd turned me to face the mirror.

His hands roamed over my body, tracing the new curves and lines with reverence. He made me feel cherished, adored.

"Let me show you, how much I admire this look of yours."

Was all I needed to hear and he showed me the highs and star with his touch.

His lips trailed kisses over my clothes body.

I sighed with every kiss. He kneeled down on bathroom floor as he trailed kisses from my back to foot.

Taking the red material of my one piece, he stood up.

Baring my body, the cloth was being removed towards up and his lips kissing from naked foot to naked back.

He threw the material behind me. And I stood there naked.

"Dekh udhar meri jaan, itni sundar lag rhi hai tu."

(Look there my love, you are looking so beautiful)

He kissed side my face, while turning my head to mirror.

His hand travelled to my chin and he took me into a fierce kiss.

"Dekh isse itna sakt hai teri liye yeh."

(Feel this. It's so hard for you)

He said shoving his hard veiny cock in my hand, out of his dhoti.

I gasped and my hands instinctively turned to pump it.

"Jab tak mai teri chut chaatunga, tab tak tu bolegi ki tu khubsurat hai. Smjhi?"

(Till I ate your pussy, you will say that you are beautifully. Understood?)

Spanking my jiggling balls harshly, he pinched the nipples, drawing a yes from me.

He removed his clothes and sat down in my front, to eat my pussy.

His tongue collided with my sensitive dripping cunt.

"Umm kya raseeli chut hai teri Heer"

(Ummm what a juicy cunt you have Heer)

He moaned and latched on the clit.

My eyes got closed feeling the non stop licks but he slapped the nerves there to make me jolt up.

"Aankhe band nahi honi chahiye teri. Shishe mein dekh khu ko. "

(Don't close your eyes. Look up at you reflection in mirror)

My reflection was funny looking. Lips apart for breathes, a bite marks on cheek, the red finger marks on boobs and a head buried between my legs.

Yuvraj ji ate me without any mercy.

"Anhhh madarchod. Bol Heer, kon hai sabse sundar meri jaan?"

(Anhhh motherfucker. Tell me Heer, who is the most beautiful my life?)

He asked giving a stroke on his hard length.

"Mai hu Yuvraj ji"

(I'm Yuvraj ji)

I gasped as my legs shook.

I clucthed the slab in front and soon felt him leaving my cunt to stand behind me.

He balanced me to let me fall and played with my aroused cunt and his dick.

"Chodu kya tujhe?"

(Should I fuck you?)

He asked, near my mouth giving a kiss.

"Haan jor se jor se"

(Yess do it harder)

I begged like a whore.

"Par tu toh kehe rhi thi ki tu Sundar nahi hai."

(But you were saying that, you are not pretty)

His hands moved the dick again making me shine in annoyance..

"Nahi bola tha maine. Mai toh kehe rahi thi ki mai sabse sundar hu."

(No, I didn't say that. I was saying that I'm the most beautiful one)

I changed my statement earning a chuckled from him.

He massaged my boobs and pinch the nipple.

"Yeh hui na baat"

(Now that's good)

And I felt his hard rod intrusion inside me.

The thrust sounds was all that followed after wards for approx fifteen minutes.

"Anhhh sabse sundar biwi ki, sabse achi chut hai yeh"

(Anhhh this pussy belongs to the most pretty wife)

Thrust thrust.

"Aaj ke baad yeh kabhi mat bolna ki tu Sundar nahi."

(Don't ever say that you are not beautiful)

"Warna Teri chut ka paani nikalne nahi dunga bahar"

(Otherwise I won't let you cum)

"Aur isse zyda jor se teri chut ko chodunga, taki tujhe yaad rahe ki tu kiski biwi hai....."

(And will fuck your cunt more harder than this, so that you will remember whose wife you are......)

Thrust thrust.

Biting the neck.

Gasp.

"Aur kisi Jaan basti hai tujhe mein"

(And whose life resides in you.)

His dirty talks and groans in my ears made me burst from wetness on his cock.

"Anhhh bhenchod mera paani bhi nikal gaya. Anhhhh Heer!!"

(Anhhh fucking hell, I'm coming too. Anhhh heer!!)

He too filled me up with his hot white semen, offering a lot of bites across my neck and chest.

We came together slowly, tenderly, our lovemaking a reaffirmation of our bond.

Every touch, every kiss, was filled with a deep, abiding love. As he moved within me, I felt a connection that went beyond the physical.

Afterward, we lay entwined, his arms wrapped protectively around me. I felt blessed, overwhelmed by the depth of his love and devotion. In his embrace, all my doubts and insecurities melted away.

Yuvraj ji loved me, all of me, and that was more than enough.