𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 | 𝟏𝟖+

CHAPTER 17

As the relentless march of time pressed on, Tara stirred from her unconscious slumber, her eyelids fluttering open to greet the muted light filtering through the curtains. Groaning softly, she shifted slightly, the stiffness of her body a stark reminder of the ordeal she had endured.

Kusum, ever watchful, noticed Tara's movements and hurried to her side.

"Tara, my child, can you hear me?" she whispered softly, her voice filled with concern and relief.

Tara's eyes, still heavy with sleep and confusion, struggled to focus on her surroundings.

With a gentle touch, Kusum guided the glass of water to Tara's lips, allowing her to sip slowly, replenishing her parched throat.

"Take your time, dear. There's no rush," Kusum reassured, her hand resting soothingly on Tara's shoulder.

After a moment, Tara's breathing steadied, her senses gradually returning.

With a faint nod, she acknowledged Kusum's presence, her lips curving into a weak but grateful smile.

Kusum, sensing Tara's need for rest, adjusted the pillows behind her, ensuring her comfort.

Then, with a tender gaze, she glanced towards the still figure of Prithvi, lying motionless beside Tara.

"He'll be alright, Tara. You both will," Kusum whispered softly, her voice laced with hope and determination, as she continued to keep a vigilant watch over her children.
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As evening descended, casting a warm glow across the room, Kusum approached Tara's bedside with a gentle touch. "Tara, dear, it's time to wake up," she said softly, her voice infused with care and concern. "You need to have some food and take your medicine."

Tara stirred from her slumber, blinking sleepily as she became aware of Kusum's presence.

With a faint nod, she struggled to sit up, her movements sluggish from her prolonged rest.

Kusum offered her a reassuring smile as she helped Tara into a sitting position, arranging the pillows behind her for added comfort.

"Here, dear, let me help you," Kusum said, offering Tara a glass of water to wash down her medicine. "Take it slowly."

Tara nodded gratefully, accepting the glass and medicine from Kusum's outstretched hand. With a sigh, she swallowed the medicine, feeling its effects gradually seep into her weary body. Kusum then brought a tray of food, placing it gently on Tara's lap.

"Try to eat a little, dear," Kusum encouraged, her eyes filled with maternal warmth. "It will help you regain your strength."

"Where is Manik? Did he have his food? Is he alright?" she inquired, her voice tinged with worry.

"Manik is with Suraj, and yes, he had his food," Kusum reassured Tara with a gentle smile.

"He's doing well, playing with his toys and keeping himself occupied."

Tara's features softened with relief at the news of Manik's well-being, but concern still lingered in her eyes.

"He was crying so much..." Kusum murmured, her voice trailing off.

Tara's heart sank at the thought of her son's tears. "I wish I could be there with him" she murmured, her maternal instincts kicking in.

Kusum nodded sympathetically, understanding Tara's longing to be with her child.

"I'll make sure to spend some time with him later," she promised, her voice soft and comforting. "But right now, you need to focus on resting and recovering."