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Abhira looked at a sleeping Armaan who was holding her hand close to his chest. She gazed at him and then reached out and touched his forehead gently. She pulled her hand back looking at him, her eyes filled with worry.
Oh GOD. Fever high hai.
Abhira exclaimed in sheer worry and gently entangled their hands and rushed out. She rushed towards the kitchen. Grabbing the damp towel from the counter, she reached out and took a bowl. She opened the tap and filled the bowl with water.
Dikhawa kerna kab band karogi Abhira?
Abhira chose to ignore Ruhi,s comment and placed the damp towel and the bowl filled with water in a tray. She held the tray and was about to walk past Ruhi but Ruhi blocked her way.
Raste se hato Ruhi.
Abhira said, her voice calm.
Sawal ka jawab do mujhe Abhira.
Ruhi said, her voice stoic.
Konsa sawal?
Abhira asked rolling her eyes.
Armaan ki fikr kerne ka natak kab band karogi tum?
Ruhi asked crossing her arms across her chest.
Abhira looked at Ruhi for a moment and spoke in a matter of fact tone
Woh kya hai na Ruhi Jo khud jaisa hota hai na usko baki sab bhi waise hi dikhte hain.
Abhira said instead, smirking and walked towards the bedroom with the tray in her hands.
Abhira.
Armaan called out with his eyes still closed, his voice caressed with sleep as his hand reached out blindly in search of her.
Main yehin hoon Armaan.
Abhira said softly placing the tray on the bed. She climbed on the bed. He held her one hand. Abhira,s heart raced in her chest and she looked down only to find him looking at her intensely, the sleepy haze in his eyes made his eyes look more softer.
Kahan chali gayi thi?
He asked, his voice a soft whisper breaking through the silence in the room.
Kahin nahin main bas pani aur yeh damp towel lene gayi thi.
Abhira said, her voice tender.
Mujhe laga mujhe chor ker chali gayi tum.
He said, his voice filled with emotion.
Tears brimmed in Abhira,s eyes hearing him and she bent over and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.
Main nahin ja rahi kahin. Main tumhein chor ker kahin nahin jaungi.
Abhira said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
She looked at him and found him sleeping. She chuckled softly and said, her voice carrying a hint of disbelief
Ajeeb hai yeh bhi.
She dranched the damp towel in the water and gently tended to him she cleaned his hands. She watched him tremble and her heart ached. She held one of his hand in an attempt to provide some warmth to him. As her hands worked the damp towel on his face and neck, she felt a powerful wave of regret washing over her, almost throwing her off balance. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she cleaned his face with a touch as light as a feather.
Mujhe tumhein jane hi nahin dena chahiye tha.
Abhira said, her voice trembling with a mixture of pain and regret.
I'm sorry.
She looked at him, her voice barely above a whisper.
As she cleaned his face, hands, feet and neck, her touch was tender. She stood up and hurried out and came back with some clothe.
She dranched the clothe in the water and placed it on his forehead. As she continued her work, she gazed at him softly and bent over and placed another tender kiss on his forehead. She pulled back and reached out, her hand touched his forehead and she let out a small sigh of relief.
Kam hai thoda.
She said, her voice tinged with relief.
Hours passed by but Abhira couldn't sleep. She just kept gazing at him. She didn't had any idea how many hours had passed. She was tired, drained but couldn't sleep even a wink. Her head ached but she seemed to care less.
Armaan wake up na.
She pleaded, her voice chocked as she held back her tears.
She wiped her tears and breathed out. Then she gently reached out to touch his forehead murmuring gentle words under her breath.
It's better.
Abhira said, her voice trembling with relief. Her eyelashes felt extremely heavy and she held onto his hand a little more tightly, her grip flattered and she blinked her eyes to fight the tug of sleep but gave in despite her best efforts to stay awake.
Her head fell onto his stomach, a sigh escaped her lips before sleep consumed her completely.
The sunlight filtered through the curtains burning Armaan,s sleepy eyes and Armaan opened his eyes but immediately closed them feeling the sun rays burning his eyes. He blinked them a few times to clear his vision and opened his eyes then. He felt a weight on his stomach and looked down.
Despite the lingering traces of pain and weakness, a genuine smile spread across his face as he watched Abhira sleeping on his stomach. Her head rose and fell with each breath he took.
He felt his heart swell with warmth as he realized that she was here for him, she took care of him, she handled him when he NEEDED someone. He couldn't help but notice the dark circles under her eyes, her pale form and his heart ached. Regret flooded through his heart as he realized that she didn't sleep because of him. He was ill and she was taking care of him.
But he felt a part of his heart swell with tenderness and gratitude knowing that she was there for him when he needed her.
He reached out, his hand stopping just before his hair. He looked at her for a moment hesitant but then feeling a surge of courage, he burried his hand in her hair. He looked at her for any sign of discomfort or resistance but got none. He then started running his hand through the silky strands of her hair. He couldn't help but sigh marveling the softness of her hair. His touch hesitant but tender as he felt a wave of warmth and belonging wash over him. His heart felt full with the weight of the tenderness and acceptence it carried. He smiled still running his hand through her hair, his eyes brimming with tenderness, acceptence and an undefinable emotion as he continued gazing at her tracing the contours of her beautiful features with his eyes.
A hum escaped Abhira,s lips and she opened her eyes blinking them a few times to clear her vision.
When she opened her eyes fully, she stood up, concern etched across her features.
Armaan.
Abhira called out, her voice filled with a mixture of sleep and worry.
Tum theek ho?
She asked, her concern evident but he could say anything, she reached out and gently touched his forehead.
Bukhar lag toh nahin raha.
Abhira exclaimed pulling her hand back, her eyes still clouded with worry.
Per check ker lete hain.
She said, her voice filled with worry and a hint of doubt as she reached out for the thermometer.
Abhira.
Armaan called out, a note of surprise coloring his tone as he held her hand.
Their hearts started pounding in unison as shivers ran down through their bodies, their eyes locked, a silent communication passing between them. The world around them seemed to be blur into insignificance leaving only the two of them in their own bubble.
Armaan looked at her and cradled her face in his palms, his touch tender and soothing. Abhira felt a shiver race down her spine and her eyes fluttered close as she leaned into his touch.
I'm okay.
He said softly and she opened her eyes and then let out a relieved breath.
Kuch poochun?
He asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
She looked at him, their eyes locking once again and she nodded her head in positive.
Poocho.
She said, her voice a soft whisper breaking through the tranquil silence in the room.
Rahogi mere sath?
He asked, a hint of vulnerability evident in his gaze.
Haan.
She responded, her voice filled with sincarity.
Humesha ke liye?
He asked, his vulnerability and fear of abandonment clear in his voice. His heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and hope.
Her heart ached for him and her eyes brimmed with tears as she saw the vulnerability and fear of abandonment in his eyes.
She reached out and cupped his face, her touch filled with emotion. Armaan trembled slightly and closed his eyes in anticipation and smiled leaning into her touch.
Tum kya chahate ho?
Abhira asked, her voice soft, filled with doubt.
I want you to stay.
Armaan said opening his eyes, their eyes locked and she could see the truth etched into his eyes.
Kab tak?
Abhira asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Humesha ke liye. I can't lose you Abhira.
Armaan responded, his voice trembling with a mixture of vulnerability and sincarity.
Abhira smiled brightly, her eyes shining with a mixture of anticipation and love as she nodded her head in positive, her eyes brimming with tears at his confession.
Main tumhare sath humesha rahungi mere pyaare pati.
Abhira said softly, her voice filled with a mixture of love and sincerity.
She leaned in and planted her lips on his forehead in a moment of tender connection. Armaan,s breath hitched, his heart pounding wildly against his chest as he felt a wave of warmth coursing through his veins. He closed his eyes, a mixture of satisfaction, anticipation and warmth flickering across his features.
When she pulled back, their foreheads touched, a gesture of profound trust.
Humesha mere sath rehna.
Armaan said, his voice a raw plea that came from the depths of his heart.
Wada kerti hoon humesha rahungi tumhare sath.
She responded, her voice trembling with sincarity.
They broke the forehead contact and Armaan looked at her, his eyes went wide in shock.
Kya hua?
Abhira asked, worry etched across her features.
Sabse important kaam toh main bhool hi gaya.
Armaan said, his voice filled with panic.
Kya?
Abhira asked looking at him, her voice a mixture of confusion and concern.
Uss contract ko dafanana bhi toh hai.
Armaan said, his voice filled with panic.
Abhira sighed in relief and set on the bed.
Aapka kuch nahin ho sakta Armaan.
She said while Armaan smiled sheepishly.
My lovely, adorable dear husband.
Abhira thought, her voice filled with love and adoration as she smiled at him.
End Of TS My Dear Husband
Here's the last shot of this series.
Let me know. How's it? Bahot ajeeb mood ke sath likha.
Reason pata hi ho ga maybe. The promo 🤬🤬
BTW why are we spoiling our moods. Humare paas ffs toh hain na.
Here's the chapter. Love you all take care stay home and stay safe ❤️💖