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(previously known as His Innocent Girl)
They say trust is the foundation of love.
But what if a word so simple, yet powerful takes a backseat?
Can a relationship be sustained without it?
To find out, come and dive into the story where a notoriou...
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Author's POV
Mishka's back of the hand flew to her mouth to muffle her loud sobs erupting from her.
Her little life was limp on the hospital bed, only in his diaper and various tubes attached to him.
Taking slow steps, she stood near the bed and took in her son's form. Shutting her eyes tightly, she shook her head, sobbing into her clasped hands, her body convulsing as she tried to still her racking sobs. Aarish rubbbed her back to calm her but she continued to cry.
Still weeping, she bent down and with shivering hands she caressed Vyan's cheek ever so softly and continously wiped her tears with the other hand which were blurring her vision every second, becoming a hindrance in gazing at her baby.
She traced her fingers to his forehead and caressed it lightly. "Shona (love)" she whispered, her lips trembling. "I'm sorry baby, Mumma is sorry" she spoke with difficulty.
Moving her hand to his, she placed her thumb in his small soft hand but it didn't show any movement. Some other time he would have instantly curled up his hand around her finger, even in his deep slumber. But not today, and it broke her heart.
She again broke down and moved back. Aarish held her and made her sit on a stool near the bed and he himmself sat on another one.
"I failed him, I failed him" she chanted it like a mantra. She is just blaming herself because she thinks if she would have been a little more careful, this wouldn't have happened ever. Right now, her baby would have been in her arms and sleeping peacefully, snuggling into her bossom.
Aarish sighed heavily. "Mishka, I told you some things can't be prevented even if you try your best. Stop blaming yourself for Vyan's situation" because on the other hand he thinks that somewhere he is responsible for what happened to Vyan. If situation would have been different, he could have provided his baby a clean environment and their state would have been much better than what it is now. He is the sole reason for his family's current situation.
His gaze moved to his son and his eyes filled with unshed tears. It's not the first time he has been encountered with such scenes. He has seen many babies in their worst condition in his institute. He remembers how their parents used to cry their hearts out seeing their children in a critical condition. That time it was normal for him, it never bothered him.
But now he understood, what they all went through because he is in the same situation, witnessing the same heart-wrenching scene, going through the same agony, the same fear, watching his baby sick and weakly lying on the bed. Not as active as he always sees him, cheerful and bouncing on his bum, ready to throw himself in his dad's arms whenever he comes to visit him.
This is what feels like ripping soul out of someone's body, right?
Then he heard Mishka. "Why god is hell-bent on making my life miserable more than already it is?!" Mishka mumbled in a complaining tone. "Why he wants to make me suffer? Why he wants to take away my last hope? Doesn't he know that I'm living for him? So, why?" her voice held sadness and accusation. "He can do anything with me or even kill me but why my little baby who is too small and innocent to do anything wrong." her voice shaking with every word. Her body shaking with every cry as she laid her head on the bed, holding Vyan's hand lightly, staring at him.
