Replaced Wife of my first love

Chapter 26

Zian's pov:

I wake up to the sound of Siya coughing next to me. I looked at her, finding her curled up under the covers, shivering with a fever.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice filled with concern.

She looks up at me, her eyes red and watery. "I don't feel well," she says, her voice hoarse.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in mine. "What can I do to help?" I ask, my heart aching at the sight of her suffering.

She shakes her head, a small smile crossing her lips. "Just being here is enough," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I stay with her, holding her hand and talking to her, trying to keep her mind off the fever. I tell her stories from my childhood, funny anecdotes from my work, and anything to make her smile.

As the day wears on, I can see that she's getting worse, her fever rising and her cough getting worse.

After seeing her suffering so much I take her to the hospital and helped her into the front seat. I sit in the driving seat, holding her hand and talking to her, trying to keep her calm as I speed through the city.

When I arrive at the hospital, I help her out of the car and into the emergency room. I sit with her, holding her hand and talking to her until the doctor comes in to examine her.

I watch as the doctor checks her temperature and listens to her chest, his expression grave. He tells me that she has pneumonia, and that she needs to be admitted to the hospital for treatment.

I nod, feeling a sense of relief that she's finally getting the care she needs. I stay with her, holding her hand and talking to her, until the nurses come to take her to her room.

I stand outside the hospital room, staring through the small window and looking at Siya lying in the hospital bed. She looks so small and fragile, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. I feel helpless, wishing that I could take away her pain and make her better.

I have been at the hospital for hours, watching as the doctors and nurses rush in and out of the room, checking her vital signs and administering medications. I held her hand, talked to her, and tried to keep her spirits up, but I can see the toll that the illness is taking on her.

As I stand there, lost in thought, a nurse approaches me, her expression kind but serious. "Excuse me, sir," she says, "we need to move your wife to the ICU. Her condition has worsened, and we need to monitor her more closely."

My heart sinks at the news, and I feel a wave of fear wash over me. I nod numbly, following the nurse as she leads me down the hallway to the ICU.

When I arrive, I see my Siya lying in a bed surrounded by machines and monitors, her face pale and drawn. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions in check and walk over to her.

"Hey, Siya," I say softly, taking her hand in mine. "How are you feeling?"

She looks up at me, her eyes tired but still filled with love. "I'm scared," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, squeezing her hand gently. "I know, I'm scared too. But you're going to be okay. The doctors are taking good care of you."

She smiles weakly, but I can see the fear in her eyes. I stay with her, talking to her, holding her hand, and trying to keep her calm as the hours tick by.

Days pass, Our family members use to come and visit us, her parents also came back and Siya's condition slowly begins to improve. The doctors adjust her medications, and she starts to breathe more easily. I watch as the colour returns to her cheeks, and I feel a sense of relief that she's finally on the road to recovery.

Finally, the day comes when the doctors tell me that Siya is well enough to be discharged from the hospital. I help her out of bed, and walk her out of the hospital, holding her hand as I step out into the sunlight.

As I drive home, I feel happy to have Siya back. I help Siya out of the car and walk her slowly towards our house. She's still weak from her illness, and I can feel her leaning heavily on my arm. I open the door and guide her inside, leading her to the bedroom.

"Here we are," I say gently, helping her to lie down on the bed. "You just rest now, okay? I'll take care of everything."

She nods, her eyes closing tiredly. I sit down beside her, smoothing her hair back from her forehead, and I feel a sense of tenderness and protectiveness towards her.

I get up and walk to the kitchen, filling a glass with water and grabbing a box of tissues. I place them on the bedside table.

I spend the next few hours taking care of her, bringing her food and medicine, and making sure that she's comfortable. I sit beside her, holding her hand and talking to her softly, telling her how much I love her and how glad I am that she's home.

Finally, as the sun begins to set outside, I help her to sit up, bringing her a bowl of soup and some crackers. She eats slowly, savouring each bite, and I watch her with a sense of pride and admiration.

"You're so strong," I say softly, taking her hand in mine. "I don't know how you do it."

She smiles weakly, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I couldn't do it without you," she says. "You're my rock."

I feel a lump rising in my throat, and I lean over to kiss her forehead. "I'll always be here for you," I say. "No matter what."

She nods, and I can see the love and trust in her eyes. I stay with her, holding her hand, and watching as she drifts off to sleep, and then I also lay next to her.

I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of soft breathing beside me. I turn over and see Siya lying on her side, her eyes closed, her breathing deep and even. I smile, feeling a sense of contentment and peace.

As I lie there, I feel her shift slightly, and then she reaches out and wraps her arms around me, pulling me close. I feel her warmth against my skin, and I can't help but smile.

I turn over to face her, and I see her eyes open slightly, a sleepy smile on her lips. She snuggles closer to me, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

"I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"I love you too," I whisper back, feeling a sense of tenderness and love.

I lie there for a few moments, just holding each other, feeling the warmth of our bodies pressed together. I can feel her heart beating against my chest, and I know that she's safe and happy in my arms.

Finally, she drifts off to sleep again, her breathing deep and even. I lie there for a few more minutes, watching her sleep, feeling a sense of peace and contentment.

As I drift off to sleep myself, I know that I'm the luckiest person in the world to have her by my side, and I feel a sense of gratitude and love that fills my heart.

Ishq junoon jab hadh se badh jaaye
Hanste hanste aashiq suli chadh jaaye
Ishq ka jaadu sar chadhkar bole
Khoob laga lo pehre raste rab khole
Yahi ishq ki marzi hain
Yahi rab ki marzi hain

When the passion of love exceeds the limit, the lover can go and be crucified with a smile, the magic of love, is spread on the top, says, apply a lot, may God open the way back, this is the will of love, this is the will of God

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