If she hated him again?

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Neil's pov.

Shocked. Angry. Euphoric. Happy. Sad. Mad.
Maybe these were enough to depict my situation at that time.

Seeing her lying in her blood with rags and mud all over her. Uncountable scratches inscripted over her body. If I wouldn't have seen her fighting Dayawanti, I wouldn't have recognised that it was Avni. She was still holding our child in our womb. It wasn't needed to describe how badly she would have struggled to keep my daughter safe. More than safe alive. And if something would have happen to her, Avni would be so mad in regret that she couldn't save her.

I was so drowned in my own complexed emotions that I forgot that she was in acute pain and it was time for her to conceive.

Ali and Mitali held Avni away from my lap holding her carefully with their arms. They picked her carefully and took her to the car in which we came.

They were probably thinking of me as an idiot, standing there.

I was just thinking. How that happened? How the hell she escaped? And why didn't I ever try of finding her in those eight months?!

As I realised that I should be near her, waiting for my princess to come, I saw they were already gone.

Ali and Mitali! You kidnapped my wifey.

I grinned over the thought that life was normal again. I have a wife, two kids and I'm a happy father.

I rushed quickly, not before kicking Dayawanti's face and strode off to the hospital.

Avni? I asked Mitali while she pointed towards the operation theatre. I knew she couldn't conceive normally. She had to be operated. I closed my eyes crossed my fingers and waited.

You couldn't save me.
Her voice echoed.
I know I couldn't. But you're here now and I will.

I tapped my foot impatiently..

The creaking of the hinges of the door made me realise that it was over. The wait.

I went to the doctor quickly. The eagerness in my eyes didn't need my voice to support my question.

Blessed with a lovely daughter Mr. Khanna. Congratulations.
Do not judge me, but I wanted to kiss the doctor on the cheek for those golden words.

I would like to have a word with you. Geez! I was dragged to the cabin. I knew there was something serious about the way he spoke.

Um your daughter would be physically weak. Really weak because of the harsh conditions Mrs. Khanna has been into. But it's upto you that she doesn't feel sad about it. And your wife is really weak too. She's fragile for now. But I bet, that proper care, she would be fine. As for your daughter, I.. there's no relief to that. A great happiness but with this. But I didn't care. They were my family. No matter how they were, they were his, and he loved them.

After some medicines for Avni I was allowed to see her and my baby.

This still felt like a dream.

I opened the door with shaking hands and so her sleeping peacefully on the bed, on the ventilator. Some of the dirt was wiped off while her wounds were still to be taken care of. And he was taking care of them now.

He sat near her, holding her partially burnt hand. She looked so utterly distraught. But again, Alive.

He pecked her forehead his lips lingering there, to feel the touch after eight long months.

A distant cry made me retreat. I chuckled and went near my daughter's cradle.

There she was so small, her small fingers calling out to me, waiting for her Dadda to engulf her in his arms.

A tear escaped my eye. I could live my child's childhood. I wouldn't miss it like Mowgli's.

I steadied myself and picked her with great gentleness. Zara went into ease with my touch, and stopped crying. It felt so good to hold someone so small. Especially your kid.

Her great blue orbs stared at me, recognising the alien person for her. She didn't know me. I kissed her cheek. A small cackle was heard and I realised she was laughing due to the tickling sensation by my beard.

I smiled too.

This was the best gift anyone could have ever given me..