Thakur's Ardhangini | 18+ ✅

45| Wife's Care

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Mandakini POV

I took a pinch of sindoor (vermilion) between my index finger and thumb, and filled the partition of my hairline with it. This is my prasad, and now my devotion towards my deity and him would heal him.

I came back to the place where he was lying. I walked to the tent, but a junior physician showed up before me.

"You can't go inside. Nobody can."

He told me, and I sucked on my lower lip. My gaze wavered as I thought of something

"You mentioned about a 'thing' or a 'person' whom he missed a lot when he was struggling alone."

I spoke confidently, and he gawked at me.

"I'm that person. Perhaps my presence heals him. Let me go."

I completed the sentence, and he inhaled deeply before leaving the way for me.

I walked inside the tent, and watched the physicians cleaning his body. There were scars on his chest, arms and cheeks. His body has shrunken, and my name that was written on his chest is creased now because he has lost the muscles over there.

As I walked closer to him, I glanced a wound on his arm where the initials of my name were engraved. He must have tried it with a knife, ending up forming a wound there.

How badly he must have missed me to do all this to him? What must his thoughts at that moment? I want him to talk to me about it.

I want to tell him that I'm here. I gently crouched beside him. No one asked me to leave now. My expressions were numb as I advanced my palm to his forehead, and gently kept it there. He didn't react, and I closed my eyes.

I recalled how we had bumped into each at the University, how he tied me to the chair and married me without my will, how he asked to me masturbate on our first night, the first punishment. And then how he revealed his past to me. He didn't hide anything that day, not even his vulnerabilities.

He began respecting my father, asked for my hand, married me again, our first night, our honeymoon, the talks we had, the books we read together, the movies we watched together. I inhaled sharply remembering everything, and didn't realise when my eyes began shedding tears.

"His finger!"

My concentration broke, and my eyes opened when someone yelled these words from behind me.

"His finger shook a little just now."

I was staring at that person with widened eyes, but my gaze shifted back yo my husband when I heard his words. I couldn't see any movements. I slowly leaned to him, and kissed his cheek deeply. A drop of my tear fell on it.

"You can't leave me like this. I know you love me more than I could ever love you. I forgive you, but I wish to apologise to you so you HAVE to come back to me, my Raj."

I muttered into his ear, and placed my head near his bicep, my eyes still ogling his pale and dull face. He didn't respond again, and I slept there itself after some time.

I woke up there the next morning, and found Ma sitting beside me. She had brought chopped fruits for me. I smiled at her, with tears in my eyes.

"You need to take care of you if you want to get him back."

She said to me, and I ate the fruits obediently. I don't know when I will eat with him.

"Raj, see your priye has eaten everything without any complaints. You always wanted me to be like this. I'm listening to everyone now. Please wake up."