Swarnalekha's POV
I woke up with a start, my heart racing and my sheets drenched in sweat.
I had been having a nightmare, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that lingered long after I opened my eyes.
But that wasn't the only thing that made me feel uneasy - I had also wet the bed............
Mortification washed over me as I realized what had happened.
I was a grown woman, and I had lost control of my bladder in my sleep.
I felt like a child again, and the embarrassment was suffocating.
Just as I was trying to process what had happened, I heard Raghav's voice, calm and soothing. "Pie, it's okay. It's just an accident."
I tried to hide under the covers, but he gently pulled them back and began to clean up the mess.
I was shocked - he was doing it himself, without even calling for Prema or anyone else to help.
"Raghu, no...please," I protested, feeling my face burn with shame.
But he just smiled and continued to clean, his hands gentle and caring.
"You're my wife.I'll take care of you, no matter what."
As he worked, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - gratitude, love, and embarrassment all swirled together in my chest.
But he just kept smiling, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "You're not well, jaan. You need to rest and get better. Don't worry about this - it's just a small accident."
He finished cleaning and helped me into a fresh pair of pajamas, I felt a lump form in my throat.
I didn't know what I had done to deserve this.
This was like beauty and the beast fairytale in real life......
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He just pulled me close and held me, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "You don't have to thank me, jaan. I'll always take care of you."
As the days passed, he became my world.
He took care of me with a devotion that left me breathless. He fed me, bathed me, and even helped me use the bathroom when I was too weak to do it myself.
He never complained, never showed any sign of frustration or disgust.
I felt like a burden, but he made me feel like a queen. He'd sit with me for hours, holding my hand and talking to me in a soft, soothing voice.
He'd read to me, sing to me, and even make me laugh when I thought I'd forgotten how after crying hours for my sickness.
As my fever slowly receded, he continued to care for me with the same intensity.
He'd bring me soup, make me tea, and even feed me spoonfuls of yogurt when I couldn't manage to eat on my own.
I was bored, fiddling with the phone he had gifted me, when I heard the doorbell ring.
I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was surprised when I saw a flurry of flowers being carried into the room.
My heart skipped a beat as I read the card - "To my beautiful circus.From your smartest, prettiest,most wanted husband."
My smile faltered for a moment as I thought about how much he had changed.
From a controlling husband to a loving partner, he was trying hard to win me over. I decided to visit Papa, feeling a sudden urge to see him.
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Taming the beast: A Predatory Marriage🔞
عاطفيةI zipped up my pants, my eyes fixed on her naked form.She was crying, her legs cramped against her chest as if trying to protect herself from me.Her body shook with sobs, her skin pale and vulnerable. "Get dressed," I said, my voice low and husky as...