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

Confused Akshadh

Akshadh's POV

"Dhiya, I don't know how to thank you. You're a wonderful gift from God to us. I have no one else to share my happiness with. May I hug you once, Dhiya?" I asked, my heart full of gratitude.

She stood there, shocked, with no response. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a blissful feeling.

I could read her eyes, and then, she bent her head down, shyly. I hugged her, and she hugged me back. In that moment, I felt complete, like I had found my better half to share all my happiness and sadness.

A minute later, we released each other, and I saw tears streaming down Dhiya's face. "Dhiya, I'm sorry if I was wrong," I said, worried.

"Will you and Allen be with me forever, Akshadh?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Just then, I received a call from the training committee regarding our reports. "Dhiya, don't worry about anything. We'll discuss this later. Now, we need to examine the patients assigned to us by the committee," I said, trying to reassure her.

"Okay, Akshadh," she replied, still tearful.

Dhiya's POV

"Shall I hug you once, Dhiya?" Akshadh asked, his voice filled with longing. I was taken aback, not expecting this from him.

I understood his situation and what drove him to ask, but I was unsure how to react. I stood there, locked in his gaze, and conveyed my consent through my eyes. He understood, and I bent my head down, shyly.

He hugged me immediately, and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling comfortable and at peace in his embrace. I knew in that moment that he was the one meant for me, and I would never let him go. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I thought about him.

As he loosened his hold, I couldn't wipe away my tears quickly enough. He looked at me with tearful eyes, apologizing silently for his actions. I had many questions about love and life that I wanted to ask him, but I hesitated, unsure of what was in his mind and heart.

Akshadh's POV

We visited the Cancer Patient's ward, where six middle-aged patients, two women and four men, were admitted. We examined their reports, added our suggestions, and reviewed their treatment plans, including medicines and chemotherapy. Unlike in other countries, these patients were strong and proactive, often detecting symptoms early on. The US excels in providing cancer awareness and support, a model I wish every country would follow.

After completing our work, we filled out the forms sent by the committee and emailed them back.

"Today's work is done," I thought.

"Dhiya, why can't we suggest these medicines in our country? I've researched them, and I'm sure they could save many lives." she asked.

"We can only make suggestions, Dhiya. We need approval from our country's authorities before implementing them. I've already suggested this in our country, and it's under review. Hopefully, it'll get approved soon to save many lives," I replied.

"Good job, Akshadh," she said.

I then called the specialist doctor to inquire about Allen's condition.

"Akshadh, don't worry about Allen. She's resting now and recovering well. We'll discharge her tomorrow, as you and Dhiya are her best treatments. You both can help her overcome Xenophobia. It's in your hands," the doctor said.

"Okay, doctor," I replied, ending the call.

Dhiya and I strolled towards the nearby garden area, where we relaxed, had lunch, and soothed our minds.