Unexpectly Yours:The Journey Of An Arranged Marriage

PART 30

[Kavya was up early every day, preparing food for Abhay, ensuring his medications were taken on time, and helping him move from the bedroom to the living room. Every few hours, she'd check in on him, adjusting his pillows or offering water.]

Kavya (gently): "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?"

[Abhay would smile, trying to hide the pain or discomfort he sometimes felt.]

Abhay (teasingly): "Just you to sit down and relax for a bit. You're doing more work than me."

[Kavya rolled her eyes but smiled back.]

Kavya (grinning): "Well, someone has to take care of you, Mr. Stubborn."

[Their conversations often remained light, but beneath the surface, Abhay couldn't shake the feeling that Kavya's care meant something more. He'd watch her as she flitted around the house, her attention always focused on him, but her mind seemed distant—like she didn't fully grasp the emotional weight of the situation.]

[One evening, Abhay sat on the sofa, watching Kavya from across the room as she prepared dinner. She was humming to herself softly, unaware that he was watching her. Something stirred in Abhay as he saw her like this—so effortlessly taking care of him, so natural in her role as his wife, even though it hadn't been that long since they had gotten married.]

[He couldn't help but think of how lucky he was.]

[Suddenly, Kavya walked over with a plate of food and set it on the table in front of him. She kneeled down next to him to adjust his leg, making sure the pillows were properly supporting it.]

Kavya (softly): "Does that feel better? You need to elevate your leg properly, or the swelling won't go down."

[Abhay's gaze lingered on her, his heart swelling with something more than just gratitude. He reached out, gently cupping her face with his hand, causing her to pause in her movements.]

Abhay (softly): "You're doing so much for me... I don't know how to thank you."

[Kavya blinked, momentarily taken aback by the tenderness in his voice. She quickly shrugged it off, smiling lightly.]

Kavya (lightly): "You'd do the same for me if I were in your place. Don't think too much about it."

[She stood up abruptly, brushing off the moment and returning to the kitchen. Abhay watched her retreat, the realization growing stronger within him. He loved her, but Kavya seemed so unaware of her own feelings.]

[As the days passed, Abhay's recovery slowly progressed, but there were moments of frustration—especially for him, who was used to being active. Kavya was always there, though, patient and calm. One night, after a particularly difficult day where the pain had gotten the best of Abhay, he found himself unable to sleep.]

[Kavya had been by his side the entire day, calming his irritation, soothing his worries. She had fallen asleep on the couch nearby, exhausted from taking care of him.]

[Abhay lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything. The accident had been a wake-up call. He had realized just how precious life was—and how precious Kavya had become to him. Her presence, her care, her little gestures—they had all woven themselves into his life, and he couldn't imagine being without her.]

[He glanced over at her sleeping form and smiled. She was so unaware of her own impact.]

Abhay(whispered): "you don't what you do to me."

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[Days continued to pass, and Kavya's routine of caring for Abhay remained the same. She helped him with his physical therapy exercises, made sure he was comfortable at all times, and even managed his professional commitments, communicating with the team and his coach while he was recovering.]

[One afternoon, while she was helping him stretch his leg, Abhay winced in pain, and Kavya immediately paused, concern etched on her face.]

Kavya (softly): "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

[Her fingers lingered on his leg, and for a moment, she looked up at him, their eyes locking. There was something unspoken in her gaze, but she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing slightly.]

Abhay (teasing): "I thought you were supposed to be gentle."

[Kavya let out a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood, but Abhay could see through her.]

Abhay (more seriously): "You're doing so much for me, Kavya. It's more than just a wife's duty. You care... don't you?"

[Kavya froze for a moment, her hands still resting on his leg as she looked at him. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. She wasn't sure what to say, because she hadn't fully processed her feelings yet.]

Kavya (hesitantly): "Of course, I care. You're my husband... It's my responsibility to take care of you."

[Abhay sighed softly.]

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[In the weeks that followed, the bond between Kavya and Abhay grew even stronger, though Kavya remained blissfully unaware of just how much she had come to rely on him emotionally. She continued to care for him, managing his recovery with the same diligence she gave to her work, but Abhay could see that her heart was slowly opening up to him, even if she didn't realize it herself.]

[Every touch, every shared smile, every quiet moment they spent together made it clearer to Abhay that he loved her deeply—and that she was beginning to feel the same, even if she didn't know it yet.]

[Abhay, now more mobile with crutches, watched Kavya as she organized his medication one evening, her face focused. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that when the time was right, they would both come to terms with what was blossoming between them.]

[And for now, he was content with knowing that even if she didn't fully realize her feelings, she was already his in every way that mattered.]

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