When my husband returned from the factory, he made sure to collect my test results, and sure enough, I was pregnant. There weren't any complications either.

Bhairav Ji was happy. I could feel it in his touch as he held my hand while walking through the busy streets of the city. Even though I had hoped that it would be just a day out with him and our unborn child, Bhargav was insistent on tagging along. His excuse was that he had too many things to buy.

After breakfast, we first stopped by a textiles shop to buy something for everyone at home. I was busy looking at pale saris for Maa and Dadi while Bhairav Ji was somewhere else with his Brother, picking other clothes.

A warm hand rested on my lower back, making me shiver. "Apne liye bhi kuch sari dekh lo. Do teen khareed lenge," Bhairav Ji said while peering over my shoulder. I blinked at him, "Do theen kyu?"

(Look at saris for yourself, too. Buy two or three.)

(Why that many?)

"Jo bol raha hu, waisa karo," he told me before leaning over the counter and brushing his hand over the saris that I had laid out.

(Just do as I tell you.)

I moved towards the other aisles to check whether there were other saris to my liking. Bhairav Ji followed me. "Ruko," he said suddenly, his eyes fixed on one of the items on the shelf. It was too high for me, but he took it and placed it against my chest to check whether it suited me.

(Stop.)

"Achi hai. Yeh khareed lo," he told me.

(It looks nice. Buy it.)

"Itni jaldi kaise phaisla kar sakte hai?" I mumbled and took the Sari in my hand before walking ahead, going through the other designs.

(How can you decide so quickly?)

Then suddenly, something else caught my attention. I froze in my tracks, staring at the two small dresses that had been put on display. On the right, it was a baby boy's clothes, and on the left, a baby girl's.

"Woh chahiye!"

(I want that!)

I pointed at it. Bhairav Ji stared at the clothes, then back at me, "Woh kisliye? Abhi bhi samay hai. Baad mei khareed lenge."

(Why? There's still time. We can buy it later.)

I frowned at him and was about to abandon all the saris in my hand when Bhairav Ji gripped my arm. "Zidd math kar, Sanjana..." He glared.

(Don't be stubborn, Sanjana...)

"Aap nahi samjhenge... Mujhe ab kuch khareedne ka mann nahi hai... Hum Maa aur Dadi ke liye sari lekar chalte hai."

(You won't understand... I'm not interested in shopping anymore... Let's just take a sari for Maa and Dadi and go back.)

Bhairav Ji sighed in frustration before pulling me towards the baby's clothes. "Ab bolo... Konsi chahiye?" He muttered.

(Now tell me which one do you want?)

I stared at him in confusion, "Agar ladke ka kapde le gaye aur ladki ho gayi? Aur agar-"

(What if we buy a boy's clothes, and if it's a girl? And what if-)

"Chup. Bilkul chup," he warned with an eye roll. Bhairav Ji took both dresses on display and handed them to me. I beamed at him. My happy mood was restored instantly. "Zyada khush mat ho... main dekh lunga ki aakhirkaar dono kapdon ki zarurat pad hi jaaye," he scoffed.

(Be quiet.)

(Don't get too happy. I'll make sure that we end up having to use both clothes.)

My smile vanished the next instant. He laughed and dragged me towards the other aisles. In the end, we bought a sari each for Maa and Dadi. Bhairav Ji bought two saris for me because I couldn't decide on anything, and he bought a shirt for himself and Bhargav. Keshav was the luckiest because my husband personally chose a salwar for him.

"Ab kaha chal rahe hai?"

(Where are we going next?)

"Kuch mithayi khareed lete hain," Bhairav Ji told me. He was driving the car this time, and I was sitting up front while Bhargav sat in the back.

(We'll buy some sweets.)

"Khush khabri ki mithayi hai!" Bhargav chuckled as we got out of the car, and I shot him an annoyed glare.

(Sweets to celebrate the good news!)

"Bhabhi ko thang math karo," Bhairav Ji's voice came from behind me, and I felt him wrap an arm around my waist. It was my turn to smirk now, and I stuck my tongue out just a little, so that my husband wouldn't notice. Bhargav rolled his eyes and went into the store.

(Don't annoy your Bhabhi.)

I had never seen so many sweets in my life, and the store looked really expensive. Bhargav was leading the way while I stayed behind him, equally excited.

"Woh mithayi achi hai," I said, pointing to a beautiful yellow box on the shelf.

(Those sweets are nice.)

"Pehli khaayi hai?" Bhairav Ji asked in surprise, and I nodded, "Ha, vidyalay mein."

(Have you had it before?)

(Yes, in school.)

"Vidyalay mei itni mehengi mithayi kab mili?" Bhargav muttered.

(When did you get such expensive sweets in school?)

"Dost ka janamdin tha..." I replied, but then I turned to my husband suddenly, "L-ladki ka!"

(It was a friend's birthday... A g-girl's!)

My husband eyed me quietly before nodding, "Keshav se puch lunga ek baar. Ladka hai ya ladki."

(I'll ask Keshav whether it was a boy or a girl.)

"Maine us pratiyogita ke baad kisi bhi ladke ke haath se mithayi nahi khaayi hai, Thakur Ji," I told him softly, pleading with my eyes to make him believe me.

(I haven't eaten sweets from any boy's hand since that competition, Thakur Ji.)

"Bahut samajhdar ban gayi ho," he smiled at me. I rolled my eyes and turned away.

(You've become quite smart.)

After going back and forth for a long time, Bhargav and Bhairav Ji picked at least three boxes of chocolates. I was really happy. "Kuch aur mithayi chahiye?" He asked me before we went to get it billed

(Do you want any more sweets?)

"Nahi... Bas itna kaafi hai, Ji. Agar mai moti ho gayi toh?"

(No... These are enough. What if I get fat?)

"Sanjana," he sighed, "Pata nahi ki tumhe kab sheher phir se la paunga. Agar kuch khaani hai toh abhi khareed lete hai. Wazan ke baare mein parvah mat karo."

(Sanjana, I don't know when I'll bring you to the city again. If you want to eat something, then tell me now. Don't worry about your weight, my darling.)

I shook my head in shock, "Nahi... Dadi ne kaha hai... Kabhi bhi zyada nahi khaani chahiye... Hamesha wazan kam rehni chahiye."

(No... Dadi has told me... I should eat less so that I don't get fat.)

My husband's eyes turned sharp as he dragged me towards the aisle of sweets and biscuits again. He was starting to lose his patience. "Dekh," He looked straight into my eyes, "Ab tum pet so ho. Wazan jaldi bad sakta hai. Par Dadi kuch nahi kahegi. Doctor ne bhi mujhse ye sab kaha hai... Bahut saari cheeze khaane ki mann karegi, par apne aap ko rokna math. Jo kuch bhi chahiye, Sanjana, mei dila dunga. Ab bolo, tumhe kya chahiye?"

(Look, you're pregnant now. Your weight is bound to increase. But Dadi won't say anything. Even the doctor told me a lot of things... You'll feel like eating a lot, but don't restrain yourself. I'll get you whatever you want, Sanjana. Now tell me, what would you like to eat?)

I blushed at his words. My eyes wandered towards the countless sweets displayed.

"Woh..." I pointed shyly.

"Ek kilo ka dabba de do."

(Pack one kilo.)

"Ek kilo?" I gasped at my husband as he instructed the store boy. Was he purposefully trying to make me fat?

(One kilo?)

"Shhh," he told me in a no-bullshit tone. I was forced to obey.

After we left the shop, Bhairav Ji began driving around the city again. I was confused as to where we were headed next. Then, out of the blue, he asked aloud, "Bhargav... Tumne phone par bola ki yaha kahi ek godne wali dikhi thi?"

(Bhargav... You told me over the phone that there's a tattoo artist nearby, right?)

"Haan Bhaiya... Par kyu?" He asked in surprise. "Ek kaam tha," my husband replied. Bhargav gave him the directions on how to find the tattoo lady. My heart was racing when my husband glanced at me. I knew that he was planning something, and I felt terrified to even imagine what it was.

(Yes Bhaiya... But why?)

(There's something I need to do.)

He stopped the car outside the market. Since the afternoon sun was high in the sky, it wasn't as crowded as we had hoped. Bhargav was about to get out of the car when my husband stopped him, "Tum gadi mei raho. Aadhe ghante mei wapas aayenge."

"Ise kyu lekar ja rahe ho?" Bhargav muttered with genuine curiosity, but one glare from his brother, and he stammered, "M-mera matlab... Bhabhi ko..."

(Why are you taking this one with you?)

(I- I mean... Why are you taking Bhabhi with you?)

"Kuch cheez khareedni thi. Aur suno, Maa aur Dadi ko kuch bhi mat batana."

(We need to buy some things. And listen, don't mention this to Maa and Dadi.)

A smirk played on Bhargav's lips, "Theek hai... Aapki marzi, Bhaiya."

(Okay... Your wish, Bhaiya.)

My husband led me out of the car, and we walked through the market. My pallu covered my head while I felt Bhairav Ji's commanding touch on the small of my back.

"Ham godne wali ki paas kyu chal rahe hai, Ji?" I asked quietly.

(Why are we going to the tattoo lady?)

He glanced at me once. His eyes were resolute as he murmured, "Tere upar apna haq likhna chahta hu."

(I want to write my claim over you.)

My eyes widened just a little, "K-Kya matlab aapka?"

(Wh-what do you mean?)

"Mera naam... Tere badan par likhna chahta hu. Hamesha keliye. Aur woh bas... Mujhe dikhni chahiye. Meri hai na?"

(I want my name on your body. Forever. And only I should see it. You're mine, aren't you?)

The possessiveness that dripped from his voice made me shiver.

I looked away, my cheeks flushing red. There was a strange excitement that gripped my heart and raised goosebumps across my skin. When my husband's thumb grazed the bare skin of my waist, from under my sari, it almost made me whimper.

"Ji..."

(Yes...)

I whispered in a shaky breath. Bhairav Ji was amused that I didn't protest or say anything more. I wanted it as much as he did. I wanted to be owned completely by the man.

A/N - Hey guys... Late update cuz I'm kinda sick. And there are barely any comments on the chapters anymore. I don't feel motivated enough :')