𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 | 𝟏𝟖+

CHAPTER 38

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 - 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙀.

USE HEADPHONES TO EXPERIENCE THE BEST OF THE STARTING OF THE CHAPTER. ❤

"Yes... Slowly..." Prithvi whispered as Tara was trying to walk.

Her legs trembled with each step, the weakness in her body making the simple act of walking feel like an insurmountable task.

Prithvi's hands were gently supporting her, his touch both firm and reassuring.

"You're doing great, Tara. Just a little more," he encouraged, his voice soft and filled with concern.

Tara's breaths were shallow and labored, her face a mask of determination. Every step was a victory, a testament to her strength and willpower.

Prithvi's presence beside her was a constant source of comfort, his unwavering support giving her the courage to keep going.

They moved slowly across their vast room, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting a warm glow on Tara's pale face.

She glanced up at Prithvi, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and gratitude.

"Just a few more steps," he murmured, guiding her towards the balcony. "You can do it."

With a final, determined effort, Tara stepped out onto the balcony, the fresh air and open space a welcome change.

She sank into a chair with a relieved sigh, her body relaxing as she took in the expansive view. Prithvi knelt beside her, his eyes filled with pride and tenderness.

"See? I knew you could do it," he said, gently as his fingers creased her shaved head.

"You're stronger than you think."

Tara smiled weakly, her exhaustion evident but her spirit unbroken. She squeezed Prithvi's hand, drawing strength from his unwavering faith in her.

Together, they sat in the peaceful silence, the warmth of the sun and the soothing breeze offering a moment of solace and hope.

"Now let's have this tea... You will love its taste," said Prithvi, holding a spoon in front of her.

Tara looked at the spoon, her eyes reflecting both curiosity and fatigue. She parted her lips slightly, allowing Prithvi to gently feed her the warm tea.

The rich, soothing flavor spread across her tongue, bringing a small measure of comfort.

Prithvi watched her intently, his gaze soft and encouraging.

"How is it?" he asked, his voice filled with gentle concern.

Tara nodded weakly, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"It's good," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Prithvi's eyes brightened with relief. "Good," he said softly. "We'll take it slow. Just a little at a time."

He carefully continued to feed her the tea, each spoonful a small but significant step in her recovery.

Tara leaned back in the chair, feeling the warmth of the tea spread through her, the presence of Prithvi beside her a constant source of strength and comfort.

As they sat together on the balcony, the peaceful surroundings and the simple act of sharing tea created a moment of quiet intimacy, a respite from the pain and struggles they had endured.
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" It... it will be okay, Tara," said Prithvi nervously as he changed the wet cloth on her forehead.

Tara was shivering furiously; even the thick warm blanket couldn't give her the comfort she needed.