Beneath The Storm (Completed)

Chapter-42: Layers of Care

Attention!!!

My classes are started. So from now on no alternative day updates.

votes are also not coming. I don't  understand if there is any problem in the book or  in writing. Any way I will update once in a week.
_____________________________________

The Rajvansh mansion welcomed them with its usual grandeur, but for Atharv, it felt different this time.

The place wasn’t just a house anymore—it was a sanctuary, a place where Inaara needed to heal.

As they entered, Atharv guided Inaara carefully into their bedroom, his movements gentle, his gaze never leaving her.

She sank onto the bed with a sigh, her exhaustion evident.

Atharv crouched beside her, adjusting the pillows to ensure she was comfortable.

“Rest, Inaara,” he said softly, his voice laced with both concern and authority.

Inaara gave a weak nod and lay down, her eyes fluttering shut.

Her body still carried the weight of her illness, and the journey from the hospital had drained whatever energy she had.

Atharv stood there for a moment, watching her.

His expression was unreadable—a mix of worry and determination.

Turning toward the nurse and the helper standing nearby, he gave clear instructions.

“She shouldn’t have to call for anything. Anticipate her needs. If she even stirs, you’re to be here immediately.”

His tone left no room for argument. Both the nurse and the helper nodded obediently.

Satisfied, Atharv left the room, his strides purposeful as he headed to the kitchen.

Once there, he found Ashok, the head chef, already waiting. Atharv handed him the diet chart provided by the doctors.

“Ashok, this is Inaara’s diet plan. From now on, you’re the only one allowed to prepare her meals,” Atharv said firmly, his piercing gaze meeting Ashok’s.

“I don’t want a single mistake. Her health is your top priority.”

“Yes, sir,” Ashok replied with a respectful bow, taking the chart.

“I will personally oversee everything.”

Atharv nodded, his trust evident but his expectations clear.

He lingered for a moment, as if ensuring there were no unspoken doubts, then turned to leave.

As he walked back to the bedroom, Atharv felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders.

This wasn’t just about following a doctor’s orders—it was about ensuring Inaara’s well-being, about making up for the times he had failed her.

Entering the room, he saw her resting peacefully, the faint rise and fall of her chest reassuring him.

Quietly, he pulled a chair closer to the bed, sitting down beside her.