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

Allen's Past

Dhiya's POV

I followed Akshadh as he rushed towards Allen's room, my heart racing with concern. I hesitated to enter, remembering Akshadh's warning and Allen's aversion to strangers. Had something terrible happened to Allen? I paced back and forth, anxiety building, and prayed for Allen's well-being.

After ten minutes of uncertainty, I couldn't bear not knowing Allen's condition. I slowly entered the room, and to my surprise, Akshadh emerged from the opposite direction. I froze, expecting him to scold me, but my primary concern was Allen's health.

Instead of reprimanding me, Akshadh grasped my hand and led me towards Allen's room. I was perplexed, unable to comprehend the situation. Just before entering the room, Akshadh halted and turned to face me, his eyes locking onto mine.

"Dhiya, act as my wife - just to save Allen," Akshadh said, his words shocking me.

"What?" I asked, my eyes wide with astonishment.

"Just do as I say," he commanded, his tone authoritative.

I was taken aback by his request. Was he out of his mind? What was he thinking? Acting as his wife? I couldn't fathom his reasoning. Yet, I followed him into the room, my mind racing with questions.

Allen grasped my hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Mumma, where have you been all these days? Only Daddy came to visit me," she said, her voice filled with innocence.

I exchanged a glance with Akshadh, my emotions conflicted.

Akshadh intervened, his tone gentle. "Allen, sweetie, we've come together many times, but you were asleep each time."

Allen's face scrunched up in skepticism. "Daddy, don't lie to me!"    

Akshadh's expression turned solemn. "I promise, dear Allen."

Allen's face lit up with a smile, seemingly convinced by Akshadh's words.

"Mumma, why didn't you talk to me? Are you fighting with me for disobeying your words?" Allen's sweet voice tugged at my heartstrings.

I glanced at Akshadh, who nodded encouragement.

"Yes, betti," I replied, trying to sound gentle.

Akshadh whispered something in my ear, his voice barely audible. "Allen is adamant about getting further treatment. Encourage her to do so."

I turned back to Allen.

"Allen, betti, it's good that you're willing to listen now. You should allow the doctors to proceed with further treatments, so we three can be together forever."

"Okay, Mumma, I promise to cooperate with the treatments so we can be together forever," Allen said, her eyes sparkling with determination.

"I've really missed you, Mumma, and my dearest Daddy," she added, her voice filled with emotion.

Akshadh's face lit up with joy. "That's great, my dear child," he exclaimed, showering her with affectionate kisses on her palms, chin, and forehead.

I could see the depth of his love for her in that moment.

Without delay, Akshadh called Mr. John to arrange for the further treatments, his actions speaking volumes about his devotion to Allen's well-being.

In that moment, as Allen called me "Mumma," the old Dhiya - who once preferred solitude and had no interest in family - died. A new sense of purpose was born, and I discovered the joy of motherhood through Allen's eyes.