“Tum rest karo. Main yahi hoon. I am keeping a watch on you. Tumpar nazar rakhunga. Tumhara dhyan rakhunga.”
From the moment she mentioned having blurry vision, his hands never left her. Despite her steady figure, his hands refused the risk of letting her stand on her own.
Securely holding her to himself, he could only let go of her once in the car and when he placed her on the bed. Just when he was sure enough that there was no way she could fall!
Visibly panicked, he rushed back to her with her medication pouch within seconds. Her health being the top priority for him had made him purposely fix that place for her medicines. Out there. On their side table. Ensuring no delays whenever it was needed.
Allowing her to inject herself was somewhat a relief because he didn’t know if he would have been able to prick her with that – that awful needle. His eyes squeezed shut as she winced in pain.
He couldn’t help but complain to the universe why he couldn’t have that ridiculous diabetes instead of her.
If only he could, he would have pulled out and forced that freaking diabetes to get into himself. He would have taken those insulin shots – heck even twice the regular dose – if it meant a needle-free life for her!
He hurried to the kitchen to make juice!
The man who was taught that he didn’t belong in the kitchen and he did believe it – now stood there – peeling off oranges to make orange juice – for his wife!
He might haven’t realized that he wasn’t Dadi’s Ahaan puttar at that moment.
He was AVM!
Ishqi’s AVM!
Who could move earth and heaven for his wife!
The wife who was currently sick and he was being the doting husband, taking care of her when she was low.
His stubborn wife had refused to drink the whole glass but knowing that her body needed it, he made sure that she finished it. At times, he wondered if he had married a grown-up twenty-four-year-old or a five-year-old kid! Not that he could mind.
He was madly in love with every shade of his wife! From the kiddish Ishqi to risky Ishqi to shy Ishqi to sweet Ishqi!
His heart skipped a beat when the realization roamed in his mind that – her every version was… his.
She was his!
His Ishqi!
Ahaan’s Ishqi!
His thumb caressed her knuckles before he covered her with the blanket. Switching off the lights, he came back to her. Just where he belonged.
Once he sat and his hands touched her legs, her heart swam in the ocean of multiple emotions. She wasn’t really sick but she recalled all the times when she actually was.
As a kid, a teenager, and even as a young woman – she had always tried to hide it all from Maasi, not willing to bother her. Maasi had already done so much for her that her heart never agreed to burden her more.
There would be nights when she would suffer alone.
Her lonely nights and her pain!
But Ahaan has changed everything for her! She had him right beside her! Neither she nor her nights were lonely anymore. She had a companion who was willing to stay awake just for her sake.
If anyone would ask her to define beautiful – she would point at him. Without a second of delay.
His gentle touch on her legs was his assurance that he was there. For her. With her. By her side. Forever and after forever!
And, her husband sat – for the entire night! Every thirty minutes, he would wake up to check up on her! To be sure that she was okay! To be sure that she was sleeping well! To be sure that she didn’t need to step down if she needed anything!
Ishqi’s AVM didn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to have her sleeping peacefully.
She was his to take care of.
His to adore.
Ishqi!
Ahaan’s Ishqi!
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RBTL – Reading Between the Lines. This is a scene write-up.
Drama Name – Ishk Par Zor Nahi.