here is chapter 4

"KHUSHI!" Arnav said angrily, " What do you think you're doing?"

"Ummm Arnavji, kuch nahi, just had a shower," she replied casually. It had been 3 months since Khushi had been pregnant but Arnav made sure Khushi was in his sight at all times.
"What the- I told you that you are not to go in the bathroom alone... what if you slipped? What would I have done then?" he asked with a mixed tone of both anger and worry. Khushi loved the fact that her husband seemed over protective of her but she didn't know why but she had a sudden urge to yell at him.
"I am not a child, I can look after myself very well, why don't you just mind your own business?" she replied slightly frustrated?
"What?" Arnav looked at her with a questioning face.
"Nahi... What the!" she said as she spun around on her heel making her way to the dining room.
"Khushi! Khushi wait!"
Khushi looked back to see Arnav right behind her. He lifted her up in his arms. She struggled to get out of his grip but he made sure to drop her off for breakfast with the rest of the family.
"Di keep an eye on her, I am going upstairs to freshen up," Arnav said, and without giving Khushi an opportunity to throw a tantrum, he ran off upstairs.

Khushi ignored him for the rest of the morning. So Arnav went and talked to his Di.
"Di, I try so hard to look after Khushi, but I don't know why, she keeps wanting to be 'independent' all of a sudden. I mean she never did all this before, why now? What makes her different?" he asked slightly hurt.
"Arnav don't worry about it. She is pregnant, her hormones are going to act up, but you my brother. You need to tell her what she wants to hear. Give her what she wants. You are going to be calm... No matter how hard it is."
"Yeah but Di, will she be like this for the next six months too?" he asked worriedly.
"Don't worry Chotte, if you be calm and do what she wants, then she'll be normal," she said encouragingly, "well as normal as a pregnant women gets," she added jokingly.
"Thanks Di," Arnav said as he went looking for Khushi.

In the afternoon Khushi went to have a little rest, and of course, like every other time. Arnav followed. Khushi sat on the bed with her back leaning against the headboard. Arnav went and rested his head on Khushi's lap.
"Khushi, I am sorry."
Khushi looked at him as she caressed his hair with her soft fingers, "Arnavji, actually I would like to apologize. I didn't mean to be so rude, I mean all you were doing was looking out for our child, and I-" and she covered her face with her hands and started crying.
"Khushi, please don't cry," said Arnav soothingly. Tell her what she wants to hear "I- I forgive you, I still love you."
"Really?" she questioned.
"Yeah, OF COUR-"
"Okay!" Khushi straightened up and not crying anymore. What the- Arnav thought. Seriously!

As the day progressed uneventfully into night, everyone went to bed. Fortunately for Arnav, Khushi went to sleep surprisingly quick. Arnav lay down next to her and pulled her close, resting one hand under her head and the other on her stomach and fell asleep.

But his sleep was short lived, he was woken up with a continuous tug on his arm.
"Arrrg! What?" Arnav said still half asleep.
"Arnavji. I have to eat Kheer!" Khushi whined.
"You've got to be kidding me!"
"NO! I am serious! Do I sound like I am joking?" she said in a matter-of-fact-tone.
"Fine I will order it!" Arnav said sleepily. He leant over to pick up his phone to call HP.
"NO! I don't want that kind of Kheer!"
"What? There are different types?" Arnav asked.
"Well duh! There is the kheer that everyone eats... and then there is THE KHEER that Payal Jiji makes," she replied dreamily.
if you be calm and do what she wants OH NO!Arnav thought.

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