ᴍɪʜɪᴛʜᴀ-𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

chapter 59

                 Author's pov

The day of Mihitha’s discharge dawned with a palpable sense of excitement. After weeks spent in the sterile hospital room, surrounded by the steady hum of machines and clinical routine, she was finally going home. As Rudransh packed her things, there was a brightness in his eyes that hadn’t been there in days, a lightness that felt like hope.

He glanced over at her, sitting up in bed with Nila nestled beside her, chattering happily about all the things they would do together once they were home. Mihitha smiled, the weariness in her eyes softened by the warmth of the moment. She was still frail, and her steps were cautious, but there was strength in her that went beyond physical recovery. She looked at Rudransh and mouthed a simple, heartfelt, “Thank you.”

Rudransh crossed the room, his heart beating fast as he reached out to help her stand. “Ready to go home?” he asked, his voice filled with emotion.

Mihitha nodded, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she was gently lifted into his arms. Rudransh scooped her up in a careful but firm embrace, holding her close as if she were the most precious thing in the world—because to him, she was. He carried her bridal style, and though her face turned pink with a hint of embarrassment, her laughter sparkled through.

“Rudransh,” she whispered, her voice soft with affection, “you don’t have to carry me. I can walk…”

He chuckled, brushing his lips against her forehead as he held her tighter. “I’m not letting you walk one step more than you have to today,” he said, his eyes shining with love. “You’ve already fought so hard. Let me take care of you now.”

The sight of him carrying Mihitha drew smiles and gentle laughter from the hospital staff and patients alike. Some nurses even wiped away tears as they waved them off, touched by the clear love and devotion they witnessed. Mihitha’s cheeks flushed as she glanced around, a little shy from all the attention, but she couldn’t deny how safe and cherished she felt in his arms.

Nila skipped alongside them, her hand holding onto her mother’s, never once letting go. “Papa’s carrying you like a princess, Mama!” she chirped happily, beaming up at her parents with pure delight.

Rudransh laughed, glancing down at Nila. “That’s because Mama is a princess,” he said, his tone playful but sincere.

Once they reached the hospital entrance, the car was waiting, but Rudransh didn’t set her down. Instead, he shifted her gently so she could sit comfortably on the plush back seat while he sat next to her, still holding her hand. Nila climbed in, settling beside her mother with her small fingers intertwined with Mihitha’s.

As they drove home, Mihitha took in the familiar sights outside the window, each scene sparking a sense of normalcy she had longed for. Her heart swelled with gratitude, glancing at Rudransh who was watching her with concern in his eyes.

“It feels like a dream,” she murmured, looking out at the streets she hadn’t seen in so long. “I didn’t think I’d be back here…not so soon.”

Rudransh tightened his hold on her hand. “It’s real, Mihitha. You’re home, and you’ll never be alone again. I’ll make sure of it.”

They arrived at their house, which had been adorned with flowers and colorful decorations arranged by the hospital staff as a welcome-home gesture. Rudransh scooped her up once more, and as he carried her over the threshold, their home seemed to come alive, filled with warmth and happiness.

Inside, the living room was arranged with flowers, photos of their family, and little notes of encouragement that Nila had drawn while Mihitha was in the hospital. The sight brought tears to Mihitha’s eyes. She looked up at Rudransh, her lips quivering with gratitude.

“I can’t believe you did all this…” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

He set her down gently on the couch, tucking a blanket around her shoulders. “This is your homecoming, Mihitha. You deserve nothing less.” He brushed a tear from her cheek. “I wanted you to know how loved you are, how grateful we are to have you back.”

Just as she settled in, Nila climbed onto the couch beside her, her little arms wrapping around her mother in a tight embrace. “Mama, now that you’re home, we can play, and I’ll make you flowers from the garden every day!”

Mihitha laughed, holding her daughter close. “I’d love that, Nila. Thank you for taking such good care of me.” She kissed Nila’s forehead, feeling her heart swell as she looked at her family, a sense of peace settling over her.

Over the following days, Rudransh became a constant presence, assisting her with everything. He helped her walk through the garden, supported her when she took her first steps around the house, and spent countless hours just talking with her, making sure she felt comfortable and cherished.

One evening, he helped her out to the garden, the sun setting in brilliant shades of pink and gold. He wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her as they moved slowly among the flowers. The air was filled with the scent of fresh blooms, and Mihitha took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of freedom.

“Do you remember when we used to come here at sunset?” he asked, his voice soft as he looked at her.

She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “I remember. It was always my favorite part of the day.” She glanced up at him, her eyes shining. “Thank you for everything, Rudransh. For never leaving my side, for bringing me back to life.”

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, his voice barely a whisper. “I never once thought of leaving you, Mihitha. You are my life, my heart. I would go through it all over again if it meant bringing you back.”

They sat on a bench under a tree, Mihitha’s hand in his, both of them simply enjoying the quiet moment. Nila soon joined them, crawling into her mother’s lap with a big smile. Together, they watched the sky change colors, the world around them peaceful and calm.

The nights that followed were filled with laughter and love as they began to fall into a comfortable rhythm of family life. Rudransh would make her tea every morning, careful not to let her do anything that could tire her. He listened to her dreams, held her hand when her strength wavered, and constantly reminded her of her own resilience.

On one quiet evening, as they sat together in the living room, Mihitha looked at him, her expression tender. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “For being my rock, my anchor, for giving me a reason to keep fighting.”