You Are Only Mine

You Are Only Mine
I love you so much


chapter 121


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Herra looked seriously at the husband whose smile faded when he got a call from joy.


Narendra's residence when lowering the phone from his ear, not even heard any conversation.


" sister.. What's up ??" asked Herra who was very curious.


Narendra slowly looked at Herra with an indecipherable look. Herra was very sure something had happened.


Narendra swallowed his saliva several times, he remembered the condition of the wife.Hurriedly he published a smile so that Herra did not suspect what happened.


" ahem.e..There is no dear." replied Narendra trying to calm down.and sat down beside the wife who was lying down with leaning.


" sister.lihide !!? just shut up. Brother.Joy why ?? did something happen ??" asked Herra with curiosity.


Narendra rubbed Herra's head and hugged Herra tightly.


" nothing happens dear.all is fine.trust me..." Narendra kissed Herra's head to give him strength.


Herra no longer dared to ask, although honestly in the heart he was very sure his husband and brother were in trouble.


Not wanting to add to the burden of her husband's mind, Herra was only able to enjoy Narendra's embrace.


Narendra continued to tighten his arms to neutralize the anger that was rising in his heart, his gaze as if to kill anyone he saw


"you're wrong to look for your opponent.I've been patient and now your time is over.!!" narendra was full of anger.


narendra stared fixedly at Herra's face and did not miss kissing Herra's lips full of warmth.


" don't think of anything.think of him.fruit of our love, " said Narendra while rubbing Herra's stomach is still flat.


Herra replied with a smile on her pale face.


" do you want to help me ??" bargain Narendra by continuing to look closely at Herra.


" what is ??" Herra responded immediately.


" can you wait for me here ?? I have to solve some problems at the office.Pity Joy she since yesterday alone finished my work," pinta Narendra.


Slowly Herra nodded in approval.


" i'm sorry for making you neglect your work" said Herra.


" i knew you'd be like that.I love you so much." Herra replied.


Narendra smiled faintly at the confession of his wife, he unceasingly kissed Herra's head several times as if to say that he also loved Herra very much.


" Candrika is here. she will accompany you as long as I'm not around. You want to be patient right ??" narendra.


" why not just go home ?? I feel calm at home." Herra replied.


Smile back dear by Narendra. "your condition is still monitored Candrika. I hope you want to be patient and obey. all for her sake.." ceaselessly Narendra rubbed his wife's stomach.


"alright.. But don't you take it long ??" Tawar Herra's.


" it won't be. if it's over me and Joy will be here together. I promise.." replied Narendra.


Herra nodded in a sign of understanding.


Narendra continued to rub Herra's stomach and then looked down on Herra's flat stomach. Deep kiss with all my heart. "honey.papa please take good care of your mama here.no one can you believe but you.." Narendra said in his heart, as if to talk to the fetus embedded in Herra.


The knock on the door blew away Haru's atmosphere that Herra felt. Narendra also stopped repeated kisses on Herra's stomach.


Before long the door opened, Giana stood with her smile with a fruit basket in her hand.


" good afternoon ladies and gentlemen.sorry, I would like to see Ms. Herra.." greeted Giana with a polite gesture.


" thank you secretary Giana.please come in.." Herra replied with hospitality.


Giana stepped in and placed her fruit basket on the table.


"how is Miss ??" ask Giana


" i've been good.you've come home from work ??" ask Herra back.


" it's just some important work, done by Mr. Joy in the office.he would not want to if helped me.." replied Giana explained.


" dear. I go first yes," said Narendra who kissed Herra's forehead with great affection.


" yes. be careful.if it's done right back.." reply Herra.


Narendra nodded. Before coming out he looked at Giana with a cold gaze.


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