MOHSIN'S POV
As I waited outside the college in the sleek black limousine, the minutes seemed to stretch endlessly. My suit felt slightly too tight as I shifted in my seat, glancing at my watch every few minutes. I had come straight from meeting to pick her up.
The crowd of students pouring out seemed endless, their chatter and laughter a stark reminder of how out of place I felt. I had expected to see her among them any moment now. She is punctual and as I know she will be here by 4 PM.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity, I stepped out of the car. I peeped between the students to find her but she wasn't seen. "It's 4:10" I murmured to myself. I dialed her number but it ended up saying switched off. God can't this girl charge her phone?!
I approached the guard at the entrance. Maybe he can tell me about her. Maybe she is busy in some college stuffs.
My heart skipped a beat as I asked him if he had seen her. "Are there still students inside?" He shook his head, confirming that all the students had already left for the day. What-?! Did I missed her from the crowd? That's impossible. Even my guards are standing there, and she would definitely come to me.
Panic began to set in. I tried calling her phone again, but it went straight to voicemail switched off. Tf!! The college seemed to empty out around me, leaving me with a sinking feeling and a growing worry about where she could be.
I went inside the college to check myself. The staff were suprised but they don't even know me yet. I ordered my guards to begin searching the college grounds immediately. We spread out, combing through the campus with a sense of urgency. My mind raced as I directed them to check every building and nearby area, from the library to the student lounge.
I approached several college staff members, my voice sharp with concern. "Is there no security?!" I screamed yet trying to control my anger. I warned the. if anything had happened to her, they would be held responsible. They will face the consequences, I don't care how worst would that be. Their faces turned serious. Even they started to search.
I could feel the weight of the situation pressing down on me, and as I watched my guards and college personnel scouring the area. "Where did she go?!"
SHIVI'S POV
I stumbled out onto the street, gripping the wall for support as a wave of pain gripped my abdomen. My period had started unexpectedly, and without a pad, the discomfort was overwhelming. I could feel the dampness spreading, adding to my distress.
Each cramp was a sharp, persistent reminder of my predicament, making it difficult to focus on anything but the agony coursing through me. I tried to steady my breathing, but the combination of the physical pain and the embarrassment of my situation made it almost unbearable. The quiet street offered no solace, and I glanced around, I felt like I would just collapse any moment.
As I leaned against the wall, the pain and embarrassment seemed to engulf me. I felt utterly helpless, struggling with the cramping and the mess without any way to manage it properly.
In that moment, I found myself wishing more than anything for Mohsin to be by my side. I longed for him.
As I struggled to manage the pain and embarrassment, I heard my husband's voice calling out my name with a frantic urgency. Wait is that he!!!? I looked up through tear-filled eyes. I can make out someone standing far away from me. As a drop of tear fell from my eyes, the sight of him became a but visible. My heart felt a huge relief. I saw him quickly coming towards me, his face etched with concern. He was sweating and breathing harshly.
The sight of him brought an overwhelming wave of relief, but also deepened my embarrassment. Tears began to stream down my cheeks. I couldn't stop but I cried loudly seeing him, not so loud but yet I couldn't control my emotions.
He reached me quickly, his eyes softening with empathy. He looked at me from top to bottom with concern. I know it's embarrassing, my hairs messed up, my open broken chain bag in my hand and period stain on my skirt. What can be the more embarrassing than such a sight?Without a word, he hugged me. He brushed his hands on my back and I was still crying like an idiot. But I felt safe, I felt comfort. My tears dropped on his clothes, he quickly took of his coat wrapped around my waist, the fabric enveloping me in a comforting warmth and providing much-needed coverage. Then, with gentle strength, he lifted me into his arms in a bridal carry, his grip firm but tender. He didn't said a word. Is he angry with me?
I buried my face against his shoulder, the tears continuing to fall as I tried to stifle my sobs. He carried me to the car. Once we reached the vehicle, he carefully placed me in the passenger seat and then settled himself behind the wheel, ready to take us home. I ruined his coat! Still tears were flowing down but now I was silent. I looked at his hands at the steering, a clear view of his veins gave, he kept closing and opening his palm tightly on the steering. He face was straight. I know he is angry on me for going out without informing him. I would surely be punished.
When we arrived home, he again carried me. He took me to the bathroom. Before leaving he made sure that the water was warm for bath. His gentle, attentive manner. Without a word he walked out.
After 30 minutes long shower, I came out, I wore my comfort night suite. I look so childish!! I came out, he wasn't in the room. I looked around, my eyes went on the bed. What-!? I quickly went there. I bucket filled with dark chocolates, snacks and flowers on the bed. I picked up the beautiful bucket, my favourite chocolates. Did he do this!!?
"Loved it?" I heard him, I turned around only to find him coming with a plate in his hand. The next was followed by the maids, the dishes in their hand. They quickly placed it on the table in the room. My mouth was hung! The maids left. "I - I can walk to the dinning table" I said as I felt he bought the dinner up for me. "Sit" he said ignoring my line, he always does that!
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After dinner he helped me settle into bed, his gentle touch a comforting presence. He placed a warm water cramp bag around my abdomen, the soothing heat providing relief from the persistent cramps.
He then settled beside me, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me in a tender embrace. Omgg!! What was that??! I forgot to breath for a couple of minutes. As he held me, I could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing, a calming counterpoint to the lingering pain. The warmth of his body and the softness of the bed created a comfort.
"Who did that?" he spoke touching my wrist with his fingers, his voice was sharp. I didn't spoke back. I don't want to create a problem now. I acted as I slept and he didn't asked again, he closed the lamps. With his arms around me, I felt safe and cared for, and despite the discomfort of the day, I began to drift into a peaceful sleep, finding solace in his presence.
TO BE CONTINUE...
