The First Signs

It began quietly, almost shyly, just like Ishki herself.
The spring morning in Varanasi was gentle — koel calls, soft sunshine, and the rustle of neem trees in the Singhania mansion courtyard. Ishki had been hurrying to get ready for her morning lecture at BHU when the wave of nausea hit her. She gripped the marble sink, her fair face paling, strands of her hair sticking to her forehead.

Misha, ever the chirpy younger sister, peeked in with a teasing grin. “Bhabhi, jaldi karo, warna professor sahiba late ho jaayengi!” But the grin faltered when she saw Ishki bending over, hand on her stomach.

“Ishki, are you okay?”

“I—I’m fine,” Ishki whispered, brushing it off. “Maybe I didn’t eat properly.”

But it wasn’t just one morning. For days, Ishki found herself unusually tired. She would drift into sleep while reading, skip meals, or crave odd things at odd hours — ripe mangoes in the middle of the night, spicy chaat at dawn. She felt her emotions swing wildly — crying over a broken pen, laughing uncontrollably at Samar’s silly joke.

Rajveer noticed.
Rajveer always noticed.

Though ruthless and cold in the outside world, in front of his wife, he was the most obsessive, attentive man. When he saw her pushing her food away one evening, he set down his glass, his sharp eyes narrowing.

“You’ve lost weight, Ishki. You’re tired, pale. Yeh normal nahi hai. Kal doctor ke paas chalenge.”

She shook her head, shyly. “Nahi Rajveer… it’s just work stress.”

But Rajveer Singhania wasn’t a man easily convinced. Beneath his calm exterior was an underworld lion, who feared nothing — except the idea of losing her.

The Discovery

It was Mihir who finally joined the dots.
He had come home early from his BHU physics lectures, books in hand, when he saw Misha fussing over Ishki, who was nibbling on raw tamarind with a dreamy smile.

Mihir tilted his head. “Bhabhi… are you sure you’re not…?” He let the sentence trail, his boyish face breaking into a knowing grin.

Ishki blinked, confused. “Not what?”

Misha gasped dramatically. “Oh my god… bhabhi, are you… pregnant?”

The word hung in the air. Ishki’s cheeks flushed crimson. She shook her head nervously. “No… no… how can—?”

But deep down, something in her heart fluttered. A whisper of possibility.

Within hours, Samar had discreetly arranged for the family doctor to come home — a trusted old physician who had served the Singhanias for years, and who knew when to ask no questions.

That evening, the entire family gathered in the living room — Rajveer seated rigidly, his hands clenching and unclenching, Mihir pacing, Samar standing with folded arms, Misha bouncing in nervous excitement. Even Rakesh Singhania, the patriarch, had put aside his stern air, sitting with quiet anticipation, his lion-like presence filling the room. Zaar and Zara prowled restlessly, sensing the unusual tension.

The doctor smiled warmly after the check-up.
“Congratulations, Professor Singhania. You are going to be parents.”

For a heartbeat, silence.

And then the room erupted.

Misha squealed and hugged Ishki tightly. “Bhabhi! I knew it!”

Mihir’s usually calm face split into the widest grin. “Bhabhi, this is… this is the best news ever.”

Samar’s eyes softened, his voice thick with emotion. “Rajveer bhai… you’re going to be a father.”

Rajveer? He sat frozen for a second, staring at the doctor’s words sinking into him. Then he turned to Ishki, eyes blazing — but not with coldness, with a fierce, overwhelming love.

“mera bchcha…” His voice broke. He cupped her face in his strong hands, his thumb trembling as it brushed her cheek. “You’re… you’re carrying our child?”

Her shy nod was all it took. He pulled her into his arms, holding her as though she were the most precious, fragile treasure in existence. His ruthless heart melted into tears that he let no one else see.

Rakesh Singhania cleared his throat, his booming voice breaking the moment. “This mansion has seen many victories, many wars. But today… today it receives its greatest blessing.” His cold eyes softened as he looked at Ishki. “Beta, you’ve given this house new life.”

Even Zaar and Zara growled softly, pacing close, rubbing their great heads against Ishki’s lap, as if they too understood their “mumma” was now carrying their little sibling.

The Pampering Begins

From that day onward, Ishki stopped being just Rajveer’s beloved wife or BHU’s innocent sociology professor. She became the queen of the mansion, the heartbeat around which everyone revolved.

Rajveer’s obsession doubled. He would not let her lift a finger.
“Lecture cancel kar do, Ishki,” he’d insist, pulling her books away. “Your only subject right now is rest.”

She would protest shyly. “Rajveer, students are waiting—”

“Students will wait. My child will not.” His tone was final.

"But...  Mai beemaar thodi hoo.... Bs pragnent hoo aise toh mai bore hojaungi".... She replied making cute baby pout....

"Theek hai.... Toh online class lena.... Pr college nhi jana hai.... I won't take any risk with you"..... Rajveer said in firm gentle serious tone

"OK.... Fir mai online classes lungi".... Ishki replied with a smile

Mihir appointed himself her personal science guide, bringing her endless articles about prenatal health, baby development, nutrition. “Bhabhi, by week 8, the baby’s heart is already beating,” he’d explain, his professor-side glowing.

Misha, meanwhile, became the chatterbox companion. She painted the nursery walls with pastel colors, dragged Ishki to shopping trips for baby clothes, and sat with her at night gossiping about names. “If it’s a girl, she’ll be my little princess partner,” she’d declare.

Samar, usually calm and reserved, began cooking her favorite dishes himself when cravings struck — even if it was 2 a.m. spicy pani-puri or 5 a.m. steaming kheer. He would joke, “Rajveer bhai can run the underworld, but I’m the one running your midnight kitchen, bhabhi.”

Rakesh, the feared mafia king, shocked everyone the most. The man whose name made rival dons tremble now hovered like an anxious father. He’d order fresh fruit from Kashmir, ayurvedic oils from Kerala, even summon traditional midwives to teach Ishki ancient care rituals. One evening, he sat beside her with uncharacteristic gentleness. “Beta, when I built my empire, I thought I had everything. But only today do I feel what true legacy means.”

And then there were Zaar and Zara. The lions became Ishki’s shadow. They guarded her doors, followed her into gardens, even nuzzled her lap gently when she read. Once, when a servant accidentally startled her, both lions growled so fiercely that Rajveer had to calm them down.

Mood Swings and Demands

Pregnancy wasn’t all calm. Ishki’s shy innocence mixed with mood swings in ways that made the entire household dance to her tunes.

One evening, she burst into tears because her favorite saree didn’t fit anymore. Rajveer immediately ordered ten new ones in softer fabrics.

Another time, she demanded mangoes in the middle of winter. Samar flew in crates from the southern states overnight.

At times, she grew irrationally angry. Once, when Rajveer came home late from a secret mafia meeting, she snapped, “You don’t care about me!” Rajveer, the man feared by the underworld, stood there stunned — and then immediately knelt by her side, kissing her swollen belly. “Forgive me, jaan. I care for nothing else but you and our child.”

The family laughed, teased, but nobody ever denied her anything. Ishki, once the shy professor, was now the pampered empress of their world.

The Growing Bond

As months passed, Ishki’s belly swelled with new life. Every milestone became a family celebration.

The first time they heard the baby’s heartbeat at the doctor’s clinic, Rajveer wept silently, holding her hand so tightly it trembled. “That sound,” he whispered, “is my life.”

When the baby kicked for the first time, Misha shrieked louder than anyone, while Mihir immediately noted the exact week and time in a diary. Samar recorded it with misty eyes, and Rakesh announced to the household staff that sweets be distributed across Varanasi.

Rajveer became softer, more protective than ever. He would massage Ishki’s feet at night, whispering stories to her belly, promising their child the world. In private, he admitted to Mihir, “I have blood on my hands, but this child… this child will be pure. I’ll protect them with everything I am.”

The Final Months

As delivery drew closer, the mansion transformed. A nursery was built — painted in cream and gold, filled with toys, books, and a custom-made crib carved with lion motifs for Zaar and Zara’s approval.

Ishki, though shy, glowed with the radiance of motherhood. Her innocence deepened, her heart overflowing with gratitude. “I never thought I’d be loved this much,” she told Rajveer one evening, her voice trembling.

He pulled her close, pressing his forehead to hers. “You’re not loved, bchcha. You’re worshipped.”

Even her parents, when they visited, were overwhelmed. Her mother wept seeing how her daughter was cherished. Her father clasped Rajveer’s hand and said, “Take care of her.” Rajveer’s reply was firm, deadly in its sincerity: “She is my life.”

The Night of Arrival

The night labor pains began, the entire Singhania mansion trembled.
Rajveer drove her to the hospital himself, refusing to let anyone else. Mihir stayed by the doctor’s side, monitoring every detail. Samar handled all external chaos. Misha clutched Ishki’s hand, whispering encouragement. Rakesh prowled the corridors like a restless lion. Even Zaar and Zara waited outside the gates, pacing, roaring softly in anxiety.

Ishki was in labour room and was in extreme pain rajveer was beside her holding her hand, "mai ab nhi krskti.... Aaaaaahhhh its hurting"😭😖 ishki cried in pain.... "Bs bchcha bs thoda sa aur please".... Rajveer said while holding her hand and consoling her

"Aaaahhhh....😖 aap toh chup hi rhiye..... Yeh sb aapke vjh se hi horha hai.....😖😤 ek baar baby hojane dijiye fir mai aapko apne aas pass bhi bhatkne nhi dungi"....😤😖 she said while getting angry and shouted at him in pain.....

"Arey bchcha, aisa mt bolo.... Abse mai proper proper protection ke sath krunga na".... Rajveer replied cutely while making pout like a baby

Their conversation made doctors laugh like crazy.....

Hours later, the cries of a newborn filled the air.

A daughter. Tiny, perfect, wrapped in pink.

Rajveer held her with trembling hands, his hard features melting. He kissed her forehead, then looked at Ishki with wet eyes. “You’ve given me everything, meri jaan. My queen. My goddess.”

The family surrounded them, tears, laughter, blessings. Zaar and Zara roared at the gates, as if announcing to the world that the Singhania legacy had a new heir.

Epilogue – The Center of Their World

Ishki’s pregnancy journey became legend in the mansion. She was remembered as the shy, innocent professor who had unknowingly tamed the darkest mafia bloodline — and turned their palace of power into a palace of love.

From that day forward, Ishki wasn’t just the wife of Rajveer Singhania. She was the mother of his child, the queen of his empire, the soul of the entire Singhania family.

And in her innocence, she still never knew — her every craving, her every mood, her every heartbeat had been protected not just by professors and siblings, but by kings of the underworld and the fiercest lions in existence.

For them, she was, and always would be — the heartbeat of the mansion.

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