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

Tragedy

Akshadh's POV

Dhiya's eyes widened in shock, her voice trembling. "What do you mean, Akshadh? What have you done to that poor family?"

I fought to hold back tears, the pain in my heart almost unbearable. "That day, I arrived in the U.S. and visited my friend's home as usual. We had a great time together. My friend and I had visited this same orphanage many times before. He founded it six years ago, and after his passing, his younger brother, Mr. John, took over..."

My voice cracked, and I struggled to continue, overcome with emotion.

Dhiya's expression softened, her voice gentle. "What? I'm so sorry to hear that your friend is no longer alive, Akshadh. If you're not comfortable sharing more, please don't. I'll do everything you ask regarding Allen. Don't worry about it."

"Even now, my friend's death haunts me. Memories of him beckon me to the U.S. often," I said, exhaling a deep sigh.

"That fateful night, we planned to go out. After some discussion, my friend chose my suggestion to have dinner at a restaurant. I had planned a surprise treat for Allen, as her second birthday was just a week away, and I would be in India by then. We arrived at the restaurant, and I could see the happiness in my friend's and his wife's faces. They shared my joy, and we were all in high spirits."

I paused, collecting my thoughts.

"Manvi, my friend's wife, was like a sister to me. She never blamed me for anything and always adjusted to our antics. She even wished for me to get married soon, so she could have a companion, a wife of mine, to share moments with when my friend and I were together."

I took a deep breath, continuing.

"We enjoyed the party, late-night dinner, and surprise treats. We took many photos with Allen. It was around 3 a.m. when I was about to leave. My friend asked me to stay until morning, but I had to refuse due to an urgent call from my P.A. to return to India. The airport was far away, and I needed to leave early to catch the first flight. I requested my friend to drop me, and they insisted on accompanying me. I asked them to stay, but they refused to leave me. My friend drove, Manvi sat beside him, and Allen and I were in the back seat. Due to the time constraint, my friend drove fast. I asked him to take the shortest route, unaware of the tragic incident that was about to unfold."

My voice cracked as I relived the memory.

"We were all smiling, chatting, and enjoying each other's company. Within seconds, a truck crashed into our car, and it turned upside down. I only heard a loud sound, and it was a major accident. The truck fled without stopping. We were trapped, unable to escape. Every horrific moment of that accident is etched in my memory."

I wiped away tears, struggling to contain my emotions.

"My friend somehow managed to escape the wreckage and called out to me, 'Akshadh, are you okay? Give me your hand, I'll pull you out!' He didn't even check on his wife or daughter; his first concern was me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered his last words."

I choked back a sob, continuing.

"I held Allen tightly in one hand and reached out to my friend with the other. He pulled us out with great effort. I was shocked to see my friend's condition - he was deeply injured, blood gushing from his forehead. Allen was lightly injured, thanks to my tight grip. We quickly pulled Manvi out of the car, but she was critically injured, her leg bones fractured. My friend and I were devastated, crying at the sight."

I paused, struggling to relive the moment.

"Manvi's final words still haunt me. She whispered to her husband, 'I'm sorry, my dear. I wanted to spend many more years with you, but it seems my time has come. I'll miss you.' And to me, 'Akshadh, you're like a brother to me. I had hoped to see you married, but fate has other plans. Take care... of my husband... and Allen...' She fell into my friend's chest, speechless, breathless. She was gone."

I wiped away tears, my voice shaking.

"I couldn't console myself or my friend. We cried, and I knew I had to save him and Allen. I had to be strong for them."

With no one around to help, I quickly called an ambulance. My friend clutched his head. My voice filled with regret. 'I'm so sorry, Robert. This is all my fault. Will God ever forgive me?'

"My friend's condition worsened, and he knew he was running out of time. 'Akshadh, there's no use in treating me. I'm dying. You're injured too; take care of yourself.'

He paused, struggling to speak. 'Can I ask something of you, Akshadh? Will you do it for me?'

"I was overcome with emotion, promising to do anything for him. I won't let anything happen to you, Robert. Just order me, and I'll do it."

"He smiled weakly, his grip on my hand tightening. 'Akshadh, don't leave my daughter alone. She's our little princess..." His voice trailed off, and I couldn't bear to see him struggle to ask for help.

"Robert, don't worry. I'll always take care of you and Allen. I've always treated her like my own daughter, and that won't change," I said, holding his hand and Allen tightly, trying to comfort him.

He smiled, and his eyes slowly closed...

'Robert!!!! Robert!!!!!!!!!!' I shouted, shaking his body in desperation. I tried to revive him by punching his chest, but it was too late. He was gone, leaving me with Allen in my arms.

"As he had wished, I decided to take care of Allen as my own. The ambulance arrived, and we rushed to the hospital. After the formalities, the bodies were handed over to Mr. John, while Allen received treatment. She survived the critical stage but lost her memory, only remembering two words: 'Daddy' and 'Mumma.' The doctor introduced me as her daddy, and her subconscious mind accepted me easily, as my face was familiar to her."

"However, Allen developed Xenophobia due to the accident's shock and wouldn't respond to further treatment. She was scared of strangers and would faint within minutes. The doctor said, 'Akshadh, we've tried our best, but Allen's condition is not improving. She accepted Mr. John, but she needs her mumma to recover. Hopefully, if she meets her mumma, we can proceed with further treatment."

"Mumma? What can I do?" I asked the doctor, confused.

The doctor suggested, "Since Allen accepted Mr. John, there's a chance she might accept another relative as her mumma. Try it, Akshadh."

"I discussed this with Mr. John, and we arranged for some women from his family to act as her mumma, but it didn't work. Allen refused to accept them, and her condition worsened due to Xenophobia. She wouldn't even let doctors treat her. For her well-being, we took her to the orphanage, where Mr. John could care for her. We were at a loss for what to do next, and that's when you entered our lives, Dhiya. We never imagined Allen would accept you as her mumma. I'm forever grateful and thankful to you."

I reflected on the past, filled with guilt.

"Two lives were lost because of me. I've carried this guilt with me till today. The only way to console myself is to consider Allen as my own daughter and hope she recovers soon."

"Calm down, Akshadh! This terrible incident shouldn't have happened, but it's not your fault. It's fate's decision. Don't worry, I'll be with you and Allen throughout her recovery. I'm grateful to be a part of this. Allen will definitely get well soon,'" Dhiya said, trying to comfort me.

"Thanks for understanding, Dhiya," I replied.

"Stop thanking me, Akshadh. I have something on my mind, and I hope you'll understand my feelings. Can I share it with you? Don't misunderstand me," Dhiya asked, her voice hesitant.

"Okay, Dhiya!" I agreed, though I hadn't expected her to say something like this. I was unsure how to react, feeling a mix of emotions - surprise, curiosity, and happiness.

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