Can't Forget You, My Love💝 (Completed)

Who is Allen?

Dhiya's POV

I searched for Akshadh, suspecting he would be with Allen. But who was Allen? My curiosity deepened, and I longed to meet the child.

As I approached the room, Mr. John stood outside, signaling me to stay back. "Why? Is everything okay?" I asked, my suspicion growing.

"No, madam, Akshadh sir is speaking with Allen, and you don't have permission to enter," he replied.

"Did Akshadh specifically say that?" I asked, my anger rising.

"Yes, madam," Mr. John confirmed.

"No way, I'm going in," I said, pushing the door open despite Mr. John's pleas.

"Madam, please don't go!" he urged, but I ignored his warning.

As I entered the empty room, I noticed a faint glow emanating from a room to the side. My curiosity piqued, I stepped closer, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. There, I saw Akshadh sitting beside a bed, gently stroking the hair of a sleeping child. I approached quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful scene. But as I drew nearer, Akshadh's gaze met mine, his expression transforming into a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"Why are you here? Leave, Dhiya," he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible.

I struggled to find my words, "I...I came to tell you that the training officials contacted me. I think they suspect something since we didn't go to St. Thomas Hospital for training."

But Akshadh's patience had worn thin. "Can't you see this isn't the time? Just leave!" he hissed, his voice rising.

Tears sprang to my eyes as I felt a surge of hurt and confusion.

Just then, the child woke up, her eyes locking onto mine, and she let out a blood-curdling scream. I was taken aback, shocked by her reaction. Tears streamed down my face as I stood there, frozen in distress.

I turned to leave, wiping away tears as Akshadh gestured for me to exit. I sat down near the door, hugging my knees, and let my emotions overwhelm me. Tears streamed down my face, and I couldn't understand why I was crying so uncontrollably.

Was it Akshadh's rudeness or the child's terrifying scream? Perhaps it was both. No one had ever spoken to me like Akshadh did, and I wasn't one to cry easily, but today I couldn't control my tears.

As I sat there, I heard the child's voice calling out, "Daddy!"

Akshadh responded with a gentle, worried tone, "Yes, I'm right here, don't be scared, be strong, Allen."

My mind reeled as I wondered about their relationship. Who was Akshadh to this child? Where was his family, his wife? What had happened to them? Why did the child react so strangely to me? Was Akshadh married? Did he have a painful past that explained his behavior?

Desperate for answers, I sought out Mr. John, but before I could ask him anything, Akshadh appeared, his hand grasping mine.

"It's none of your business, Dhiya," he said, his eyes flashing with a warning.

"Why are you always treating me with disdain, Akshadh? You're kind to strangers, but I'm nothing more than dust to you. It hurts, and I want to know if I've done something wrong or if you simply hate me?" I asked, my emotions raw.

Akshadh looked at me for a moment, his expression unreadable, before turning to Mr. John. "Take care of Allen, goodbye," he said, hugging him.

As he walked away, his phone rang, and he answered, "Ok dude, thanks for the information." He hung up and turned to me, his tone surprisingly gentle.

"Dhiya, there's no need to go to St. Thomas Hospital today. I visited earlier and examined the two cancer patients. They're being discharged, so it would be a waste of time."

I was taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor.

"When did you examine them? I didn't even see them. Why didn't you inform me?" I asked, my voice rising in indignation. As a dedicated professional, I couldn't accept such excuses.

"I didn't expect this group arrangement either," Akshadh explained. "I received information about the St. Thomas Hospital visit early this morning, so I went ahead. From tomorrow, I'll take you to our assigned locations." His words seemed sincere, so I chose not to argue.

Akshadh's actions puzzled me. He didn't took me to St. Thomas Hospital, instead bringing me to the orphanage. I wondered about his relationship with Allen.

"Akshadh," I called out softly.

He nodded for me to continue. "What happened to Allen? Why was she alone in that room?" I asked.

"Allen lost her memory in an accident and has been hesitant to interact with others since. She's slowly recovering, but if she gets scared or sees something unfamiliar, she might faint. That's why she's kept alone in that room," Akshadh explained.

My heart went out to Allen, and I apologized sincerely. I realized that Allen might think of Akshadh as her daddy due to her memory loss. As we walked towards the car, Akshadh's phone rang again. "What? Coming!" he exclaimed, rushing back towards Mr. John.

I followed him, concerned. What had happened? Was Allen okay? How was she related to Akshadh? My questions remained unasked, fearing Akshadh might misinterpret them.

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