LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

☆ || C o m p a s s i o n a t e || ☆

Tera ishq bada teekha
Mujhe teekha acha lage

Tere ishq mein dard bada
Mujhe dard acha lage

Tera ishq bada jootha
Mujhe jootha acha lage

[Aarna's married life with Tristan. Lmao.
She hates nothing about him. *crying emoji*]

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A A R N A

The sudden pain erupts In my lower abdomen as I twist and turn on the bed. Covering my head with the pillow, I lay flat on my face, clenching my stomach, but the menstrual cramps don't feel to subsidize; instead, they surge through my spine, causing me to feel uneasy and almost dead.

"Aarna, are you okay?" He calls me up. I am not in the state to wake up, take a bath, and even walk. I just don't want to get up.

"Don't irritate me." I suppress my sob from exploding as I try to breathe against the pillow.
His voice doesn't come next, so I assume he has gone.

"Aarna. You haven't even got up since the morning. It's eleven I need to leave. Tell me if you're having something serious." I feel the dip in the mattress beside me, and I turn my head to look at him. "Go wherever you want. You don't care about me."

"Why're you being so cranky? Aarna— are you crying?"

Tears make their way down my eyes, and I start crying, hugging the pillow tight.

I don't reply. Because I don't want to.

I held my fist against my stomach, nudging my face further Into the pillow.
"Shush. It's okay. Take a deep breath." His concerned voice comes when he strokes my hair. I inhale some air but my nostrils blockage doesn't allow it. His hands move down, massaging my spine vertically. "Are you surfing the Crimson Wave?"

"What does that mean?" I ask sobbing.

"You must be on your period?" I Bob my head against the pillow.

The pain increases, and I punch my fists against the uterus. I start crying, drenching the pillow. "Let me call the doctor. Please don't cry."

"No. Please don't. Just pass me a painkiller right now. I will die otherwise."

I sob against the pillow when the pain seems to spread around my abdomen, making me feverish in my lower body. He came back soon while he held my shoulders and turned me. He removes the hair from my face and makes me sit up against the headboard.

"I'll die. Please give me the painkiller first." My head fell on his arm. My consciousness seems to fall apart, and I feel as if I'm on fire and there's no escape from the heat in my body. "I feel burning."

"Here. Drink this juice first."

"Please. No. I can't." He wipes both my cheeks with a stoic expression when I deny it. "Just half glass, please." He strokes my hair pressing the glass to my mouth when I don't realise I have finished all of it.

"Here. Take this." He holds me throughout the time till I look at him with my half-open eyes.

I gulp the medicine drinking some water afterwards. He arranges some pillows at my back, and I rest for a while, closing my eyes. His fingers keep stroking my hair slowly, his other hand's fingers softly press at my abdomen and I feel every ounce of hormone-releasing even more.

"You'll get better. Don't cry. I'm here. Okay. You're going to be fine soon." He pecks on my head.
Now he's acting so sweet.

It was in the middle of the night when my sleep was disturbed because of the red dampness in my legs, and I had to run to the bathroom and wash myself, taking sanitary napkins. The pain wasn't much but as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning, It became worse. He wasn't in the room at that time so I supposed he was gyming and getting ready. I didn't know how to tell him; nevertheless, he didn't need to know.