Long time No see

His pov

From childhood, I was always taught to be strong. In a brown family, they teach you never to show weakness, never to cry, and never to show fear. My dad taught me what it meant to be a man, just as his dad taught him. When I grew up, I saw my dad being softer toward my mom, even when they fought. I used to feel cringe seeing my parents so lovey-dovey. I wondered why dad was so strict with me but not with mom.
Now, I realize how it's essential to be soft toward your wife.

Everyone witnessed my coldness and how heartless I could be, but just a look from my bambina made me feel I could do anything for her. Seeing her lying unconscious on the bed hurts my heart the most because she is here because of me. Her tear-stricken face, her weak body—I'm the reason for all her pain and suffering. The strong Ahaan I always put in front of the world now feels weak and vulnerable before her. I let out my cries, trying to wake her, but but she didn't move. Panic rose in me, but I reminded myself to stay calm for her. I cleared my eyes and throat and immediately called the doctor, knowing the situation was out of my hands and I couldn't take any risks with my bambina.

"Mr. Ahaan, your wife is okay now. She is a little weak. Please make sure she is eating properly. Her eating disorder is affecting her health. Also, keep her away from things that make her panic or trigger her in any way," the doctor said. She is our family doctor, so when Ana got unconscious, I immediately called her, as my family trusts her.

"Mrs. Bhatt," I called, and she looked at me, smiling warmly.

"Don't worry, Mr.Jain, I will not tell anyone," she said. I nodded and bid her goodbye. Returning to my room, looked at my beautiful Wife. How did I not notice her condition
—the weight loss, her dull and tired face? Why didn't I see what she was going through? If I had paid attention, I could have saved her from those bullies. Everyone knows how innocent she is; she couldn't even harm a fly, let alone face bullies. But I acted like I didn't care, and now I'm paying the price. I hate myself and wish I could go back and correct my mistakes.

But now, I know what I have to do. After years of waiting, I have my angel beside me, and I can't let her go. I will take responsibility, not ignore her, and destroy everyone who laid a finger on her. They will regret the day they decided to bully my Ana. Everyone thinks I will sit in guilt and do nothing, but they are wrong. My father taught me to take action when needed. I called Shekhar and asked him to find details from the school about every student and staff member involved back then.

"On it, sir," he said.

I can ask Ana, but I don't want to trigger her past fears. My baby's health is my priority. I called Kavya and told her about Ana. She was out of town but said she would take the next available flight. I know she must be busy, but I don't care; my Ana is important. Kavya and Ana's bond is special, and I want her sister here when she wakes up. Kavya's sisterly love will help her calm down. Ana always called for Kavya whenever she got hurt or needed to share something important. I realized how important her siblings are to her. I never had siblings, but their bond always melts my heart.

It's almost lunchtime, and Ana still hasn't woken up. I decided to make her something to eat. Because of her eating disorder, she isn't eating properly, and now I will take care of everything she eats. I made some lentil soup with chapatis and took it to the room. As I was setting the table, I heard a voice.

"Ahhh," she said, trying to get up from the bed while holding her head. I immediately ran to her and stopped her from moving. Adjusting the pillows, I made her sit comfortably without hurting her head. She looked at me, but I couldn't meet her eyes—I was ashamed of my past actions. Then I heard her sweet, soft voice.

"Ahaan," she said. I looked at her, shocked at the softness of her voice, and thanked God for giving me this angel.

"Yes, my angel," I said, looking at her.
She mesmerizes me to the core. She blushed at her new nickname, truly an angel.

"I'm sorry for what happened," she said softly, almost embarrassed by her episode. God, what has she gone through that she has to apologize for her panic attacks? I went near her, held her chin to look up, and my eyes softened at her angelic face. I kissed her forehead and soothed her head, making her pain go away. She melted in my arms.

I kept my lips on her forehead and said,
"I'm sorry, my angel, for everything I've done to you. Seeing you unconscious felt like my world was ending. The fear of losing you is the biggest punishment I've ever experienced. So please don't ever give me this punishment again.
Please never leave me, even in my dreams."

I begged, still with my lips on her forehead. Luckily, she couldn't see my tear-filled eyes. I controlled my tears and looked at her teary eyes. I kissed her tears away and then her cheeks.
She opened her eyes, and the sparkle felt like the universe. I looked at her lips and felt an intense urge to kiss her. I gave in, kissing her softly. Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't move away. She stayed, and I realized she wanted it as much as I did. I kissed her passionately, and she submitted.

After kissing her, I made her eat. She fussed about not eating, but I threatened to do things like fucking her hard, which made her choke on water, and she agreed to finish the meal.

Guys today I'm so happy & feeling proud too as India won the match and I'm celebrating it by posting this new chapter I hope you guys will enjoy it and please vote for me and gave this story a read.🥰♥️