𝗛𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 🌻

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𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 :- 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 700 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀

Word count of this chapter :- around 3500 words

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He slightly caressed her head and moved forward to place a kiss on her forehead. Somehow he was in a dilemma how would amaira react knowing this truth. Aayansh himself was so shattered by this loss. He was not showing it on his face but the pain was so much inside his heart.

Aayansh was sitting like that almost for hours and hours . He had asked Mridul not to tell about amaira's condition to anyone. Around 5 AM in the morning she regained her consciousness and slowly opened her eyes.



I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, surrounded by beeping machines and sterile white walls. My head was pounding and my body felt weak and achy.

As I struggled to sit up, a gentle hand grasped mine, helping me to settle back into the pillow. I turned to see my husband's face hovering over me, his expression a mask of concern.

But I knew better. I knew that his concern was just a facade, a necessity to maintain the illusion of a happy marriage. Our marriage was one of convenience. Love had never been a part of the equation but little do he loved his unborn child and maybe that's why there was little sadness on his face.

"What...what happened?" I managed to croak, my voice hoarse and barely audible. Even though I had and idea of what had happened with me still my heart was not ready to accept the fact.

My husband's face contorted in a mixture of sadness and compassion. "You had a miscarriage," he said gently. "I'm so sorry Amaira."

But his words rang hollow. I knew he didn't truly care about me but was considered about our unborn child.

I felt a wave of grief wash over me, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of numbness. What was the point of crying or showing emotion when I knew my husband didn't truly care?

I turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of his fake concern. "Just leave me alone," I whispered, feeling a sense of despair wash over me.

He hesitated for a moment before nodding and standing up. "I'll give you some space," he said quietly, before walking out of the room.

As the door closed behind him, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was alone again, free to process my emotions all myself alone.

I lay back in the hospital bed, feeling the weight of my grief settle in. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely. I didn't bother to wipe them away, letting them stream down my face and onto the pillow.

The silence of the room was oppressive, but I welcomed it. I didn't want to hear the sound of my husband's voice, didn't want to see his fake concern etched on his face. I just wanted to be alone, to mourn the loss of my child in peace.

I let out a sob, feeling the pain and the grief wash over me. I curled up into a ball, wrapping my arms around my stomach, trying to hold myself together. But it was no use. I was falling apart, and I couldn't stop it.

The tears kept coming, streaming down my face like a river. I cried for my child, for the life that we would never have. I cried for myself, for the pain and the grief that I was feeling. And I cried for my marriage, for the love and the connection that we would never have.

As I lay there, crying and mourning, I felt a sense of emptiness wash over me. It was as if a part of me had been ripped away, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. I knew that I would never be the same again, that this loss would leave a scar on my heart that would never fully heal.



As I walked out of Amaira's hospital room, I felt a lump form in my throat. I had to get out of there before I lost control. I, the President of the country, had never cried in my life. I had faced countless challenges, made difficult decisions, and stood strong in the face of adversity. But this...this was different.

I made my way to our bedroom and then to our bathroom, locking the door behind me. I turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade down my face. And then, I felt it. A single tear rolled down my cheek, followed by another, and another.

I stood under the shower, my body shaking with sobs. I felt like I was breaking, like the weight of my emotions was crushing me. I thought about my buttercup , about the pain she must be feeling. I thought about our unborn child, about the life we would never get to know.

For the second time in my life, I felt vulnerable. I felt like I was losing control, like I was no longer the strong, stoic leader I had always been. But as I cried, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. It was like I had been carrying this burden for so long, and finally, I could let it go.

I stood under the shower for what felt like hours, letting the water wash away my tears. Eventually, I composed myself, turning off the shower and stepping out of the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and for a moment, I didn't recognize the person staring back at me. My eyes were red and puffy, my face streaked with tears. But as I looked deeper, I saw something else. I saw a man who was vulnerable, who was human.

I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. I knew that I still had a long way to go, but for now, I was ready to face whatever came next. I made the expressions that always used to be on my face as I walked back to my Amaira's room, taking a deep breath before entering. She was still lying in bed, her eyes closed. I sat down beside her, taking her hand in mine.

"I'm here," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. "I'm not going anywhere."

Though she was asleep yet she grasped my hand tightly. It was because of the heavy dosage of medicines that she was sleeping so soundly. I was feeling a sense of relief seeing her little innocent face.

I sat beside buttercup , holding her hand and trying to process the emotions that were swirling inside me. I had never felt so helpless, so powerless, as I did in this moment.

Just as I was starting to gather my thoughts, I heard a gentle knock on the door. I turned to see Mridul standing in the doorway worried and hesitant.

"Bhai , I'm so sorry to interrupt," Mridul said, his voice soft and concerned. "But I need to remind you of something important."

I looked at him, feeling a sense of disconnection. What could possibly be more important than my buttercup's well-being?

"What is it, Mridul?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.

Mridul hesitated, looking uncomfortable. "It's the elections, bhai . You have back-to-back speeches scheduled as there is few time left for the elections. You can't miss them, not at this critical juncture."

I felt like I had been punched in the gut. Elections? Speeches? How could I possibly think about politics at a time like this?

But Mridul's words were a harsh reminder of my responsibilities. I was the President, after all. I had a duty to fulfill which I can't neglect at any cost.

I looked at amaia , feeling a pang of guilt. I didn't want to leave her, not now, when she needed me most. But I knew I had no choice.

"I'll be right there, Mridul," I said, trying to sound resolute. "Just give me a few minutes."

Mridul nodded, his expression sympathetic as he had always thought of aayansh as his big brother and Amaira as her own sister - in - law . "Take all the time you need, bhai and dont worry bhabhi will get well really soon . But please, don't forget about the speeches. They're crucial."

I nodded, feeling a sense of resignation wash over me. I knew what I had to do. I just wished I didn't have to do it now, when my heart was heavy with grief.

As Mridul turned to leave, I stopped him. "Mridul, wait," I said, my voice low and urgent.

He turned back to me, his eyes questioning. "Yes, Bhai ?"

"I need you to do something for me," I said, my mind racing. "I need you to call my family and ask them to come here. Amaira needs them right now."

Mridul's expression softened. "Of course, Bhai . I'll call them right away."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Tell them to stay with Amaira, to keep her company. She needs to feel loved and supported right now."

Mridul nodded, his eyes shining with understanding. "I'll make sure they know, bhai. They'll be here soon I was just waiting for your orders."

I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards Mridul. He is more than just an assistant to me; he is my brother . Some relationship don't need to be connected by blood but are nourished with love care and affection for each other .

As Mridul left to make the call, I turned back to Amaira. She was still lying in bed, her eyes closed. I took her hand in mine, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over me.

But I knew that I had to be strong for her, to be there for her in every way that I could. And with my family by her side, I knew that she would feel loved and supported, even when I couldn't be there.

I leaned forward, gently kissing Amaira's forehead. "I'll be back soon, buttercup ," I whispered. "And my family will be here to take care of you until then."

Then I went outside and waited for my family to come. Till then I discussed the list of meetings speeches and rallies with Mridul. After that I strictly instructed the caretaker and the nurse to take good care of amaira and call me immediately if anything goes wrong .

I stood in the hallway of the presidential palace, my expression neutral as I watched my family approach. My mother was the first to reach me, her eyes filled with concern.

"Aayansh, how is Amaira?" she asked, her voice soft.

"She's stable," I replied, my tone flat. "But she needs rest and care. I need you to ensure she gets that."

My father , nodded. "We'll take care of her, Aayansh. Don't worry."

My grandfather, looked at me with a serious expression. "Aayansh, we'll do everything we can to support Amaira. But you need to take care of yourself too. You can't pour from an empty cup."

I nodded curtly, my expression unchanging. "I'll be fine, Dada ji . Just focus on Amaira."

My family nodded and moved to enter Amaira's room. I watched them go, my expression still neutral. I didn't show emotion in front of anyone, not even my family. It was a habit I'd developed over the years, one that had served me well in my political career.

But as I turned to leave, I couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness inside me. I was worried about Amaira, and I knew I had to be strong for her. But it was hard to keep up the facade of calmness when I was feeling so much turmoil inside. And then I went outside with my guards and Mridul.



As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with the warm and loving gaze of my mother-in-law. She was sitting beside me, holding my hand in hers, and her eyes were filled with a deep concern and compassion.

As our eyes met, I felt a lump form in my throat. I had been trying to hold it together, to be strong and brave, but seeing Maa's kind and caring face was too much for me. I felt a wave of emotions wash over me, and before I knew it, tears began to stream down my face.

Maa's expression softened even further as she saw me cry. She gently squeezed my hand and leaned forward, her voice whisper-soft. "Amaira, beta, it's okay. Let it all out. We're here for you."

I felt a sob rise up in my throat as I looked at Maa. She was like a mother to me, always so kind and caring. Seeing her here, holding my hand and comforting me, made me feel like I was home.

Vijay and Yashvardhan, my father-in-law and grandfather-in-law, looked on with concern and compassion, but they let Maa take the lead. They knew that I needed a mother's love and comfort right now, and Maa was happy to provide it.

As I cried, Maa stroked my hair and held me close. She whispered soft words of comfort in my ear, telling me that everything would be okay, that I was loved and cared for, and that I wasn't alone.

I felt a sense of peace wash over me as I cried. It was like I had been holding onto this grief and pain for so long, and finally, I was able to let it go. Maa's love and comfort were like a balm to my soul, soothing my hurt and calming my fears.

As I slowly began to calm down, Maa handed me a tissue and smiled softly. "Feel better, beta?" she asked.

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her. "Yes, thank you, Maa," I replied, my voice still shaky.

Maa smiled and patted my hand. "Anytime, beta. We're here for you, always."

As I sat in the hospital bed, surrounded by my loving family, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and reassurance. Maa was holding my hand, papa was sitting beside me, and dada ji was sitting at a chair at the foot of my bed, all of them looking at me with concern and love.

But despite their efforts to comfort me, my eyes kept searching for one person - Aayansh. I looked around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, but he was nowhere to be found.

I felt a pang of disappointment and worry. Where was he? Why wasn't he here with me?

Maa seemed to sense my distress and gently squeezed my hand. "Amaira, beta, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and concerned.

I hesitated, not wanting to express my feelings in front of everyone. But Maa's kind eyes encouraged me to speak up. "Where's Aayansh?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Papa looked at me with a sympathetic expression. "Aayansh had to leave for work, beta," he explained. "He had some important commitments that he couldn't postpone."

I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me. He had left me? At a time like this? I couldn't believe it.

I looked down, trying to hide my tears. But Maa saw them and immediately pulled me into a warm hug. "Don't worry, beta," she whispered. "Aayansh will be back soon. He loves you and he'll take care of you."

But her words of comfort couldn't ease the pain in my heart. I felt abandoned and alone, and I couldn't help but wonder why Aayansh had chosen his work over me.



As the days went by, Amaira began to feel a sense of sadness and despair. She thought that Aayansh had abandoned her, that he didn't love her. She had no idea that he was sitting beside her bed every night, watching over her, caring for her.

Aayansh's busy schedule as President had kept him away from Amaira during the day, but he had made it a point to be with her every night, even if it was just for a few hours. He would sit beside her bed, holding her hand, and talking to her in a soft, gentle voice.

He would tell her about his day, about the meetings he had attended, the decisions he had made, and the people he had met. He would share his joys and his sorrows with her, and even though she couldn't respond as she used to be in deep sleep due to heavy medications , he felt like she was listening to him.

Aayansh would also gently massage her legs, trying to ease any tension or discomfort she might be feeling. He would take her feet in his hands and rub them gently, feeling a sense of peace and calm wash over him.

As he massaged her legs, he would kiss her forehead, feeling a deep sense of love and connection to her. He would whisper soft words of encouragement in her ear, telling her that he loved her, that he would always be there for her.

But Amaira was unaware of all this. She thought that Aayansh was too busy with his work to care about her, that he had moved on with his life and left her behind. She felt like she was all alone, that no one cared about her or her well-being.

As the days turned into weeks, Amaira's sadness and despair only grew. She felt like she was losing herself, like she was disappearing into nothingness. She had no idea that Aayansh was fighting to save her, to bring her back to him.

Aayansh's love for Amaira was pure and true, but Amaira couldn't see it. She was blinded by her own sadness and despair, and she couldn't understand why Aayansh was doing all this for her.

As the nights went by, Aayansh continued to sit beside Amaira's bed, watching over her, caring for her. He would tell her about his day, massage her legs, kiss her forehead, and whisper soft words of encouragement in her ear.

But Amaira remained unaware of his love and devotion, lost in her own world of sadness and despair.

As Aayansh would occasionally visit Amaira during the day, she would notice that he would care for her with a quiet dedication. He would sit beside her, holding her hand, and talking to her in a soft, gentle voice. He would ask the nurses about her condition, and make sure that she was receiving the best care possible.

But despite his actions, Aayansh's expression remained blank, revealing no emotions. He was not one to show his feelings, and he didn't want to worry Amaira or make her feel more weak.

Amaira, however, misinterpreted his stoic expression. She thought that he was only visiting her out of a sense of duty, and that he didn't really care about her. She couldn't see the love and concern that he had for her, hidden behind his reserved exterior.

As Aayansh would sit beside her, Amaira would feel a sense of comfort and security. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that he was only doing it because he had to, not because he wanted to. She didn't realize that Aayansh was fighting to save her, to bring her back to him, and that he would do anything to make her happy.

Day by day Amaira's condition was being improved and she was feeling better. It had been more than 1 month and the elections were too close. Amaira was not attending her office yet because of her health. One afternoon she was sitting in the garden area of the mansion thinking about the actions of Aayansh.

What do you think? Will this misconception in Amaira's Mind break their relationship for always? How will aayansh feel when he gets to know that the women whom he loves so much is thinking like this for her?

Whatever happens you won't regret spending your time reading it.

𝗛𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 ✨

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