Armaan's pov
As we drove home, my curiosity lingered. PCOD. The term echoed in my mind. I glanced at Tani, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, her expression subdued.
I recalled Dr. Shephali's words, "PCOD, with pancreatic complications." My concern deepened.
What does it mean? How serious is it? I wondered.
My knowledge of menstrual cycles was limited. Painful periods, that's all I knew. But PCOD?
Her shy and scared nature made it impossible to broach the subject directly. I longed to understand her struggles.
"Why can't she open up to me?" I thought, frustration creeping in.
But I vowed to be patient. "One day, she'll trust me enough to share her fears."
For now, I needed answers. But from whom?
"Maybe Dr. Shephali can enlighten me," I considered.
As we stopped at a traffic light, her hand brushed mine. I took it, offering a reassuring squeeze.
"You're not alone, angel whole family is with you and I promise I'll find out everything I can about you and your past . We'll face this together." But I have to know about that pcod
Firstly think about asking from doctor Shefali but I immediately denied that thought I don't know why but I don't want to ask her about it I have to find any other way oh how can I forget about Google
I take out my phone and search it on my phone
As I scrolled through Google's search results, my heart sank. PCOD's painful symptoms seemed endless:
- Irregular periods
- Crippling cramps
- Weight loss
- Acne
- Infertility
"How does she bear it?" I wondered, my admiration for Tani growing.
Thoughts of her childhood, marred by pain and discomfort, ignited a fierce protectiveness within me.
"I'll never let anyone hurt her again," I vowed, clenching my jaw.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Tani's gentle lean.
Until her head rested on my shoulder.
My anger melted away, replaced by tender affection.
She's fallen asleep, trusting me completely.
I wrapped my arm around her, holding her close.
"Innocent angel," I whispered, kissing her forehead.
Her soft breathing calmed my racing thoughts.
For a moment, PCOD and its horrors faded away.
All that mattered was this fragile, beautiful person beside me.
I'll be her rock, her safe haven.
Together, we'll face whatever life throws our way.
As I cradled her close, her soft snores filled the car, a soothing melody. My mind refocused on PCOD, determination coursing through me.
"How can I help her?" I pondered, devouring every Google search result.
Symptoms, treatments, lifestyle changes - I absorbed it all, driven to understand.
Dietary adjustments, exercise routines, stress management - each suggestion etched in my memory.
"I'll stand by her, every step," I vowed, resolve strengthening.
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