Whispers of Romance

"Echoes of Love and Pain"

Viyansh's POV,

The next morning, I woke up to the most cherished sight: my wife sleeping peacefully in my embrace. The tranquility of the moment was a balm to my soul, soothing the aches of the past days. For the first time in what felt like ages, I had slept soundly, enveloped in the comfort of her presence. I lay still, not wanting to disturb her, knowing that any movement might wake her from her serene slumber. My eyes lingered on her face, admiring the delicate rise and fall of her breath, the way her hair framed her face, and the gentle curve of her lips. The peace that washed over me in that moment was indescribable, a pure, unfiltered joy. After some time, I realized she needed to wake up and have something to eat. Carefully, I shifted her back onto the bed, making sure she was comfortable. She stirred slightly but didn't wake. Reluctantly, I left her side and proceeded with my morning routine, skipping the gym to ensure I was nearby if she needed me. I didn’t want to leave her alone, even for a minute. Unable to stay away, I returned to her side and gently tried to wake her up. True to form, she shifted her head onto my lap and buried her face in my stomach, seeking the warmth and comfort of my presence. A smile spread across my face, savoring the familiar, cherished moment. This was the feeling I wanted to experience every day—a sense of pure contentment and love. Each time she does this, I feel butterflies dancing in my stomach, a sensation that’s simply out of this world. I gently rubbed my palm over her cheek, my touch light and tender as I tried to rouse her from her sleep.

Vaidehi: "Ummm"

She just moaned softly, refusing to wake up. My sleepyhead, I thought with a chuckle. Even the legendary Kumbhkaran would fail in a contest of sleep against her—I could bet on that. Determined, I patted her cheeks gently, my fingers brushing her skin with tender affection. When that didn’t work, I leaned in closer and followed with sweet nibbles, teasing her awake.

Viyansh: "Jaan get up."

Gently, she opened her eyes, and a beautiful smile spread across her face, warming my heart. I leaned in and kissed her eyes tenderly, savoring the moment. I whispered, wishing her a day as wonderful as she is. Her smile in response was the perfect start to my day, filling me with a sense of joy and contentment that only she could bring.

Viyansh: "Good morning Biwi."

Vaidehi: "Good morning Ansh."

She attempted to sit up, but a sudden hiss of pain escaped her lips. Before she could fall back, I quickly caught her, my arms wrapping around her protectively.  I held her steady, making sure she was supported and comfortable.

Vaidehi: "Anhhhh"

Viyansh: "Jaan, sambhal ke kya jaldi hai tumhe."
(Jaan, be careful. Why are you in such a hurry?)

Her stitches must have hurt, a reminder of the doctor's advice to be extra careful for at least a week until they had time to heal properly. I helped her ease back into a comfortable position, making sure she was well-supported.

Vaidehi: "Sorry Ansh vo main bhul gayi thi."
(I just forgot.)

I carefully helped her sit up properly on the bed, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible. She rested her head against the headboard, but the pain was evident in her expressions. My heart ached seeing her in discomfort. I gently placed a supportive pillow behind her back and held her hand, offering her a comforting squeeze.

Viyansh: "Is it paining?"

She smiled and shook her head, displaying that familiar selflessness that both frustrated and endeared her to me. Why is this woman always like this? I wondered, a mix of admiration and exasperation in my thoughts. Raising my eyebrows, I silently asked her again if it's paining or not. This time, thankfully, she nodded her head in agreement.