"Mishti...."
"Dae..."
"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a p...
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As Hriday gently unwrapped the bandage from her swollen wrist, his heart clenched with concern at the sight of her injury. The skin around her wrist was red and inflamed, a stark contrast to the delicate porcelain of her skin.
"Mishti, what happened?"
he asked, his voice tinged with worry as he inspected the injury.
"I... I just told you and now-,"
Anjana replied softly, her eyes downcast as she avoided his gaze.
He sighed heavily, his concern mingling with frustration at her apparent clumsiness.
"You need to be more careful, wife,"
He scolded gently, his fingers tracing the edges of the swollen wrist.
"You could have seriously hurt yourself."
She nodded silently, feeling a pang of guilt at causing him to worry. Despite their strained relationship, his concern for her well-being was undeniable, and she couldn't help but feel a flicker of gratitude for his care.
With practiced efficiency, he cleaned the wound and applied a fresh bandage, his touch gentle yet firm as he tended to her injury. As he worked, she couldn't help but notice the way his hands moved with practiced precision, a testament to his skill and care.
Once he had finished, he gave her wrist a reassuring pat before helping her to her feet.
"There, all done,"
he said, a hint of relief in his voice.
"Just try to be more careful in the future, okay?"
She again nodded, her heart swelling with gratitude for his kindness. Despite their differences, he had once again proven himself to be a pillar of support in her time of need, and for that, she was truly grateful.
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As the morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow over the grand halls of the mansion, the household bustled with activity. Hriday and all family members went about their usual morning routine, the clinking of dishes and the murmur of conversation filling the air as they prepared for the day ahead.
But their peaceful morning was shattered by the sudden entrance of the maid, her face pale and eyes wide with shock.
