Chapter 116 I'm Precious For Him
My heart pounds hard in my chest. I keep my eyes lowered, unable to gather the courage to look at him. Slowly, I push the lunchbox forward and whisper in a low voice, "I... brought lunch for you."
Samar’s gaze lingers on my face, completely captivated. For him, it isn’t just the lunchbox, it’s me, like a fragile gift placed in front of him. He tenderly brushes a strand of damp hair away from my face and says gently, "There was no need for you to trouble yourself."
I press my lips together. "No... I’m not troubled," I murmur, a strange hesitation hiding in my voice, as though I’m trying to conceal my true feelings.
His heart seems to warm even more at my words. Looking deeply into my eyes, he says in a quiet voice, "I’m sorry I got angry at you."
I finally lift my tear-filled eyes to him. Though complaints and hurt still linger in my heart, the sincerity in his eyes weakens my resolve. He carefully wipes my tears with his fingers and whispers, "Forgive me."
But the moment breaks. My anger flares again, and I abruptly stand up from his lap, my voice trembling with pain, "Why should I forgive you? You always hurt me, always!"
Just as I say those words, my hand instinctively moves to my stomach. A sharp pain twists across my face, and an involuntary cry escapes my lips, "Ahhh..."
Samar’s world seems to crash in that instant. His heart stops. Shock and fear flash in his eyes as he rushes to my side, his voice trembling with desperation, "What happened, Ishani? Are you okay? Tell me... please!"
But I shut my eyes tight. My face is pale, my body trembling with pain, my breaths uneven. I can’t answer.
Samar’s patience snaps. Without hesitation, he scoops me into his arms, holding me as though I’m the most delicate thing in the world, as though he’s carrying not just me but life itself.
Storming out of the cabin, he ignores the startled looks from the staff. My body clings to his, my uneven breathing the only sound I can hear. He places me in the car seat, staying pressed close beside me, clutching my hand firmly. I don’t dare move.
After what feels like an endless rush, the car screeches to a stop in front of the hospital. He lifts me again into his arms and rushes inside with hurried, desperate steps.
One hour later, I’m in the ward, unconscious, while Samar waits anxiously outside Doctor Sia’s cabin. His eyes keep shifting toward the door where I lie. His heart whispers the same prayer over and over: Just let Ishani be safe.
Doctor Sia studies the reports quietly, but Samar’s restlessness makes him almost tremble. He draws in a deep breath. "Doctor, please… tell me. How is Ishani? She’s fine, right? Nothing’s wrong with her, is it?"
Doctor Sia looks at him, then smiles softly. "Congratulations, Sir. She’s pregnant."
For a moment, he can’t process the words. Pregnant? My baby? His eyes widen in disbelief as though time itself freezes. His face lights up with joy, tears welling in his eyes. "Seriously, doctor? Really…?" he whispers, voice trembling.
Doctor Sia nods with a warm smile. "Yes, Sir. But…"
"But?" His smile fades instantly. He leans forward, desperate, his voice heavy with worry. "What happened, doctor? Please, tell me. I’ll take care of Ishani and our baby. No matter what, I won’t let any harm come to them. Please, just tell me."
Doctor Sia sighs deeply, expression grave. "I understand your feelings. For you both, this is a moment of happiness. But the reality is different. According to the reports at the time of delivery, we will only be able to save one life. Either the mother or the baby."
The words hit him like a thunderbolt. He clutches the armrest of the chair as though trying to hold himself together. His heartbeat races, sweat beads form on his forehead.
"What… what are you saying, doctor? How can this be possible? No… this can’t be true. You must be mistaken, right? Please, tell me you’re wrong."
But the pictures flashing before his eyes tell him otherwise my radiant smile, my laughter, my tears, and now my dream of becoming a mother. And here he is, hearing words that shatter every dream.
Doctor Sia shakes her head softly. "I warned you even after your first baby’s delivery, it was extremely complicated. A second pregnancy carries a very high risk. And the truth is, during this delivery, only one can survive. Either the mother or the child."
His eyes turn red, vision blurred with tears. His throat burns. "Isn’t there any solution?" he asks hoarsely.
Doctor Sia speaks carefully, tone calm but firm. "Sir, you only have two options. Either you proceed with the delivery and risk losing your wife, or you terminate this pregnancy. But if you choose abortion, your wife will never be able to conceive again."
A sharp pain surges through his chest. The man who could conquer the world stands utterly helpless. He lowers his head, voice breaking, "Abort the baby…"
I can’t hear his words, but I feel the anguish in every trembling motion of his hands. Only he knows the torment that sentence costs him. He’s chosen my life over everything.
Doctor Sia nods and walks toward the ward to prepare the procedure. I lie unconscious, unaware of the storm that has passed over my fate.
For nearly two hours, he paces restlessly outside, footsteps heavy with despair. Finally, the doors open.
Doctor Sia steps out. "The operation was successful. You can meet her now."
He rushes in without a second thought, heart aching yet relieved. I sit leaning weakly against the bed, fragile, pale. The glow once on my face is gone—replaced by exhaustion and emptiness. A drip is attached to my hand, soft white bandage wrapped around my delicate fingers.
His heart breaks seeing me like this. He quickly moves closer, pulling a chair beside my bed. He gently takes my hand in both of his, voice full of worry and tenderness. "You’re okay, right, Ishani? Is there any pain? Tell me, I’ll call the doctor immediately if you need."
I slowly lift my eyes toward him. Confusion, fear, and a silent question are in my gaze. "What… what happened to me?"
For a moment, he falls silent. A storm rages inside him. I stare at him, trusting, innocent. His lips tremble, words refuse to come out. But I need the truth.
He takes a deep breath, lowers his gaze, and whispers, "You… you had a miscarriage."
The words strike me like lightning. My eyes widen, staring at him as though he shattered my most precious dream in a single moment. My voice cracks, disbelief spilling out, "What…? No! That can’t be true! Our… our baby… I was pregnant?"
Tears well up in his eyes. I can’t stop mine from falling. "It’s true, Ishani… our baby couldn’t make it into this world," he says softly.
I break completely. My heart’s unbearable weight bursts forth in tears. I sob uncontrollably, cries piercing him like sharp blades.
Without wasting another second, he pulls me into his embrace. He lets my tears soak his shoulder, stroking my head gently. "Please calm down, sweetheart. You’re not well right now. You need rest. I’m here, always here with you. No matter what happens, you’ll never be alone."
My shallow breaths melt into his chest. My tears don’t stop, but he keeps holding me, steady and warm, like a shelter against the storm. He cradles me as if he could shield me from every pain in the world.
Days pass, yet the weight of grief clings to my heart. Every morning feels empty, as though a part of me has been stolen forever. My smile is gone, the light in my eyes dimmed, buried beneath sorrow.
But he never gives up. Every day, every moment, he stands by me with endless love. He devotes all his time, all his care cooking for me, singing softly to lift my spirits, or simply sitting silently by my side, holding my hand so I know I’m not alone.
And slowly, like the first rays of dawn after a long night, I begin to emerge from the darkness of grief.
FLASHBACK END
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!