"Can you hold this for me please?", She said as she asked me to hold one corner of the bandage.

I held it for her and kept staring at her. She started to wrap the bandage towards my back and then came so closer to me that her head was almost touching my jaw. She passed the bandage from her right hand to the left hand from under my armpit. It looked like an almost embrace since her hands were of shorter in length to surround my whole chest.

I never allowed any girl to get so close to me, I mean until the time I remember. Not sure about the 9 years that I don't remember though.

She came closer again for another round. She is my wife that means we would have shared much more intimacy than this. I get a goosebumps with that thought.

Now I can't take the thought out of my mind and everytime she comes closer, my heart beats rises. I closed my eyes to control my thoughts from imagining things.

"Can you hold this please?", She said again and I opened my eyes.  I looked at her face and she gestured towards her hands. She wanted me to hold the other end of the bandage.

I nodded and held the bandage. She picked a white cloth tape and cut it with scissors and securely stuck it to the loose end to hold the bandage in it's place.

"Done! It was a piece of cake today since you are awake, else when you were unconscious, it was very difficult to go around. I would normally ask the ward boy to help me to hold you.", She said with a smile.

I smiled back automatically but realised how difficult it would've been to manage all the work. She must be tired looking after me for 4 weeks. Those dark circles under her eyes was the proof.

"Did you eat your breakfast?" I asked her.

"In the morning, I actually asked nurse to sit beside you for a while. I went to the washroom first and then was heading towards the canteen when you gained consciousness and came out of the ward. I was surprised to see you outside and soon terrified when you fell unconscious on the floor. The ward boys picked you up and got you inside..", She said

"So you didn't eat anything" I said barging in between her narrative about the incident. She nodded no.

"Will have lunch together in few minutes.", She said with a smile. "Oh God! I need to ask the doctor first about your diet in detail. I'll be right back. Please don't get out of the bed. Okay?" She instructed me strictly.

"Hmmm.." I nodded admiring her stern face. She went out of the ward.

Boy! She is quite strict and controlling. I want to know everything about her and our relationship. Is she like this even otherwise or its just because I am ill? But whatever it is, I feel so happy to have someone to care for me again. I don't remember my mother but she would have been strict like her. What else does a man want other than a caring wife who treats him like her child?

Aaa.. Sidharth, so you are fine with accepting this forgotten relationship? Could you erase your dream of spending life with Gunjan and believe in the marriage which you don't even remember?

I don't know. I feel good with her. And if there was something between me and Gunjan then instead of Sana she should have been here with me now. But she isn't. I might have taken a wise decision in between these period and that's how Sana is here with me today.

I wonder if Sana already knew Gunjan's story. If not, she must have felt heartbroken to find me talking about her to the doctor and expressing my feeling of how hopelessly I love her. I mean any caring wife like Sana would feel like that.

But why did Gunjan reject my proposal? Did she really reject my proposal because that's what the doctor guessed. Even they weren't sure. What if there is a different reason? I wish I could remember the reason.

Aahhh.. my head is pounding again. How do I stop myself from thinking so much?

I lied back on my bed trying to breathe and concentrate on it to avoid overthinking.

Sana walked inside the door after a while. Thank God she is here. My mind wanders the most when I am alone.

"The hospital will provide you the food. They will observe you for two more days and if everything is fine then, we can go home.", She said.

"Home?", I asked. She nodded with a smile. Hmm.. from hostel to my home.

"Is it my own home?", I asked.

"Yes, it is our own home.", She said.

"I am sorry. I will take time to adjust to saying 'our' since..", I was loss of words as I felt mortified.

"I understand..", she said

"Ms. Sana.."

"Sana.. you don't have to say Ms. Moreover, I am Mrs.", She said.

"Hmmm.. Sana, I don't know how do I put it into words but technically I had a breakup today and within few seconds from it I was married as well. I would take some time to sink in things and in this process I may end up saying things which might hurt you in some or the other way which won't be intentional. You are where you were but the accident has taken me 9 years back. I don't know anything about you so I find it weird to consider you as my wife. I am trying but I...", I went on speaking trying to put forth my point of view which I felt might end up confusing her.

"I can understand. Having known that you have lost your memory and I am as good as a stranger to you, makes me feel that even I am unable to connect with you. Let's rediscover and redefine our relationship. Not everyone gets to rewrite their memories in a different way. While you make a new memory for yourself, I will have two stories to tell about us." She said those things so smoothly and made it sound simple which I found difficult to explain. I was spell bound by her level of understanding.

"And yes, I won't feel bad if you want some time to deal with your breakup with Gunjan.", Her words relieved me and I felt lighter as the guilt was now removed by her.

"Thanks Sana!", I said to her.

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To be continued.. ❤️❤️