When a Miracle happens in chaos

Chapter 10 : Her Patron

Akshath's POV:

The confrontation with Arav left a lingering heaviness in the apartment, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me. As I watched Siya sit on the couch, her face still pale from the shock and pain, I felt a surge of protectiveness that was more intense than anything I had ever experienced.

     I had been concerned about Siya from the moment I saw her crying while making dinner, but this situation with Arav had pushed those feelings into overdrive. Seeing her so vulnerable, so terrified, made me realize just how much she needed protection—protection that I was now determined to provide.

     The next morning, as Siya prepared to leave for the hospital, I found myself standing in the doorway, watching her with an intensity that surprised even me. She seemed to notice my gaze and gave me a small, uncertain smile.

    "Are you heading out?" I asked, trying to keep my voice casual, though the concern was evident.

    Siya nodded, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. "Yes, I have a busy day at the hospital. I'll be back later."

    I frowned, stepping closer. "You know, with everything that happened yesterday, maybe you shouldn't go alone. I can drive you or even come with you."

    Siya looked at me, taken aback. "You don't have to do that. I'm used to handling things on my own."

"I know you are," I said firmly, "but that doesn't mean you should have to. You've been through a lot, and I want to make sure you're safe. I don't want to take any chances."

  She hesitated, then sighed. "Alright, if it makes you feel better. But just so you know, I can handle myself."

  I gave her a reassuring smile, though my worry remained. We drove to the hospital together, and I couldn't help but keep a close eye on her, watching for any signs of distress. Every time she looked away or seemed lost in thought, I felt a pang of anxiety. I wanted to protect her from everything, even from her own fears and uncertainties.

  Throughout the day, I found myself checking in more often than usual. I'd send her texts to make sure she was okay, or call just to hear her voice. My friends, who had initially found my overprotectiveness amusing, were starting to understand the depth of my concern for Siya. They could see the way she was struggling, and they supported my efforts to keep her safe.

    Later that week, Siya came home to find a small security camera installed near the entrance of our apartment. It was a measure I had taken without asking her first, driven by the need to ensure her safety. When she saw it, her expression was a mix of surprise and irritation.

    "Akshath, what's this?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration. "I don't need a security camera."

   "I know it might seem excessive," I admitted, "but I just want to make sure you're safe. With everything that's happened, I don't want to take any risks."

    Siya sighed, looking at me with a blend of exasperation and appreciation. "I understand that you're worried, and I appreciate that you care. But sometimes, it feels like you're treating me like a fragile object that needs constant protection."

    I stepped closer, my voice softening. "I'm not trying to make you feel like that. I just... I don't want you to feel unsafe. I want to be there for you, to support you in any way I can."

    She looked at me for a long moment before her expression softened. "I know you're coming from a good place. It's just that I've always had to rely on myself. It's hard to adjust to having someone else looking out for me all the time."