𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

14

Akshat's POV

I am mad...so so so mad...how can she think about any other guy when she is in my arms? That Rohan fucker was again hugging my princess, how dare he. Also, what the fuck is the name, I mean, come on, Rohan? What kind of name is that? It sounds like the protagonist of a cheesy romance novel, the kind where he rescues the damsel in distress and they ride off into the sunset on a unicorn or something. Meanwhile, I'm over here trying to remember to put the toilet seat down so as not to make her feel like I live a savage life.

My princess came into the room and stood behind me waiting for my response, oh how much I wanted to kiss her and ravish her for myself so that everyone knew she belonged to me.

She came and sat down holding her stomach...

What happened? Did I hurt her somewhere?

I am a moron for sure, she is my delicate princess I was so hard on her downstairs.

"Princess?" I called, "What's wrong?"

"I think...I got my periods" she said looking downwards and rushing to the washroom.

My heart sank as my princess mentioned she might be on her period. Instantly, I felt like the biggest oaf in the kingdom for not realizing sooner. She's my delicate flower, and here I was, inadvertently causing her discomfort.

As she rushed to the washroom, I sprang into action, determined to make things right. I quickly fetched her a cosy blanket and a hot water bottle, hoping to provide some comfort. "Princess?" I called gently through the door, "I'm here for you. Is there anything I can do to help?"

When she emerged, I enveloped her in a warm embrace, careful not to squeeze too tightly. "I'm sorry, my love. I didn't mean to be so rough earlier," I murmured, kissing her forehead. "But now that I know, I'll do everything I can to make you feel better."

With a soft smile, she leaned into my embrace, her eyes reflecting gratitude and love. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "Just having you here by my side makes all the difference."

"Aren't you going to say all the mood swings in the morning are because of it?" she asked genuinely, her voice tinged with concern.

I paused for a moment, taking in her question before responding. "No, Jaana," I replied softly, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from her face. "You are allowed to feel whatever. It doesn't always have to be related to your periods. You can have your mood swings, shout at me, or say anything anytime. I don't need an excuse for it."

Her eyes softened at my words, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry for being so emotional. It's just... hormones, I guess."

I shook my head, my heart breaking at the thought of her blaming herself for something beyond her control. "You have nothing to apologize for," I insisted, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. "You're allowed to feel however you need to feel, and I'll be right here by your side, no matter what."

With that, she leaned into my embrace, seeking solace in my arms. I held her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back as she clung to me, finding comfort in my presence.

After a moment, I felt her body relax against mine, the tension melting away as she surrendered to the warmth and safety of our embrace. "Cramps?" I asked gently, caressing her hair as she lay down on the bed.

She nodded, a small whimper escaping her lips. "Yeah," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

I kissed her forehead tenderly, my heart aching at the sight of her in pain. "I'll get a hot water bag for you," I promised, gently extricating myself from her embrace and making my way to the bathroom.

When I returned, hot water bag in hand, I found her curled up on the bed, her face twisted in discomfort. I carefully placed the hot water bag on her stomach, wincing at the sight of her grimacing in pain.

"Better?" I asked softly, brushing a kiss against her temple as she nodded weakly.

She smiled weakly at me, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching out to squeeze my hand. "You always know just what I need."

I smiled back at her, my heart swelling with love for this incredible woman who had chosen to share her life with me. "Anything for you, my princess," I replied, pressing another kiss to her forehead before settling down beside her on the bed.

We lay there together in silence, the only sound filling the room the gentle hum of the heating system. And as I held her close, feeling her body relax against mine.

"Aksh..." she said softly, looking up at me with eyes filled with uncertainty.

I smiled at the nickname, a pang of affection tugging at my heartstrings. "Hmm?" I replied, turning to face her fully, my attention fully focused on her.

"Would you ever treat me more than a responsibility?" she asked suddenly, her words hanging heavy in the air. I could see the hurt etched on her face, her eyes pleading for reassurance.

My heart sank at her question, a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I knew she deserved an honest answer, but I also knew that the truth would only hurt her more. I couldn't bear to see her in pain, not when she had already been through so much.

I hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words to say. But before I could respond, she looked away, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Sleep, Princess," I said softly, my voice tinged with sadness.

She nodded silently; her gaze fixed on the floor as she curled up under the blankets. I watched her for a moment, my heart aching at the sight of her hurt expression.

I wanted to tell her that she meant more to me than anything in the world, and that I would do anything to make her happy. But the truth was, I couldn't promise her forever. Not when I knew deep down that I was planning to leave her, for her own sake.

As she drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at my conscience. She deserved better than me, someone who could give her the love and commitment she craved. And yet, here I was, unable to give her either.

I lay awake for what felt like hours, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. I knew what to do, but that didn't make it any easier. I loved her more than words could express, but sometimes love wasn't enough.

Eventually, exhaustion won out, and I drifted off into a fitful sleep, my dreams haunted by the memory of her tear-stained face.