Book 2- of His series
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
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Lucas Moretti, 27, built Moretti Ente...
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It's been 3 months since she started therapy. I am happy with her progress, she has been more open with her traumas and sharing them with me and her doctor.
I also noticed her appetite has been getting back to normal. She eats normally with me or without me having to nag her. I am so happy with her progress, so I planned to take akshita to her orphanage to meet her favourite children.
Initially, after we learned about Akshita's inability to conceive, I had considered keeping her away from the orphanage. I was unsure how she would react to seeing the children, especially at such a sensitive time in her life. But I realized that the orphanage held a special place in her heart, and distancing her from it might only deepen her sense of loss.
"Akshu?" I called out to her, entering our bedroom.
"I am in your study." I heard her mumbled voice. I stepped outside our room and walked towards the study. I entered inside and smiled seeing her working on some files.
"Akshi?" She looked up hearing my voice. She stood up and ran straight in my arms. I caught her and twirled us, and laughed hearing her giggling.
"I missed you." She mumbled.
"We saw each other , 30 minutes back." I spoke.
"So, what? Can't I miss you?"
"Offcourse baby but you could've came to me? I was in the kitchen doing dishes."
"I was lazy." I chuckled.
"I have to tell you something— in fact ask you."
"Oh! What's that?" She asked, as i placed her back onto her feets.
"Let's go to our room and talk." She nodded and followed me into our room. "Go sit on the bed." She settled herself and I locked our bedroom door.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong but I need to take you somewhere."
"Somewhere? Where?"
"To your orphanage."
I saw her face falling and some unknown expression takes place.
"Akshi, don't go there." I warned her.
"How can I go? How can I go see children, wouldn't I hurt them?" She said, her voice trembling.
"What? Where are getting these thoughts from baby?"
"I have heard some ladies taunt my mom, when I was small. Maa wasn't able to conceive after me due to my complicated delievery."
"What? What did they say?"
"Things like, 'Maybe God thought she wasn't worthy of more,' or, 'If only she had taken better care during her pregnancy, maybe she wouldn't have faced these issues.' They even said, 'Women who can't conceive shouldn't even go near kids; they might hurt them with their jealousy.' "
