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

Is it love?

Akshadh's POV

"Stop thanking me, Akshadh. I have something on my mind, and I hope you'll understand my feelings. Can I share it with you?'" Dhiya asked, her voice hesitant.

"Okay, Dhiya!" I agreed, though I was unprepared for what she would say next.

She paused, then dropped a bombshell, "Why can't we adopt Allen as our child legally?"

I was shocked, yet happy, at the same time. I understood her love for Allen, but I couldn't bear the thought of ruining Dhiya's life. In India, society judges people who adopt children without marrying, and it would affect Dhiya's future happiness.

"Akshadh, what are you thinking? Did I say anything wrong?" Dhiya asked, noticing my silence.

"Did you think about our Indian culture, Dhiya? Did you think about your life? People may misjudge your character. Don't worry, Dhiya, I'll take care of Allen. I'm happy you asked me," I replied.

She didn't respond, instead flashing a fake smile. It was 8:30 p.m., and we finished our dinner.

"Let me drop you home, Dhiya," I offered, trying to break the awkward silence.

I dropped Dhiya off at her flat, and she nodded in acknowledgement. She bid me a quick goodbye and disappeared into her apartment, leaving me perplexed. I couldn't decipher her mood swings - sometimes she was talkative, and other times, she was eerily silent. Shrugging it off, I turned the car around and headed towards my own flat, lost in thought.

Dhiya's POV

After hearing about Akshadh's painful past, I felt a deep sense of pity for him. I finally understood the reasons behind his rudeness and dedication to his work. He was a good person with a perfect character. In my service, I had encountered many patients and their families, witnessing their tears and hearing their stories, but none had affected me like Akshadh's tears.

Why did my heart feel heavy when I saw tears in his eyes? Why did I ask him to adopt Allen with me? Why did I feel a distance when he refused? Had I started liking him more and more? Why did my heart constantly think about him, even when I had other things to focus on? Did I fall for him? I paused at this question... Did I fall for him? Is it love?

When I suggested adopting Allen, Akshadh refused, indicating he had no feelings for me. Would my heart break if I loved him? Would he love me back? Despite finding reasons to stay away, my heart clung to him. I longed to see him now; I missed him terribly. When did I develop these feelings for him? Love has a magical way of cultivating emotions.

Lost in these thoughts, I was startled by the knocking sound at the door. I rushed to the hall, expecting the waiter with my dinner, but was shocked to see Akshadh standing there. I rubbed my eyes, disbelieving, and looked again. Yes, it was him! I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Don't you have manners to welcome a guest, Dhiya?" Akshadh teased, his tone light and playful.

I smiled, no longer seeing the rudeness I once perceived. He looked lovely in his casual attire, and I felt a flutter in my stomach.

"Welcome, Ji," I chuckled, using the respectful term.

"Are you staying alone here?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes, Akshadh, this flat is owned by..." I hesitated, knowing he disliked publicity.

"Owned by your daddy, right?" he completed my sentence.

"Yes, how did you know?" I asked, surprised.

"I knew, Dhiya," he replied with a smile.

"By the way, you left your certificates, files, important copies, and mobile phone in the car. I thought you might be worried about searching for them, so I brought them over, even though it's late. Sorry for disturbing you. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Dhiya."