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SANA POV

Three months later...

"Feelin' like a sinner. It's so fire with him. I go boo, ooh! He said you look crazy. Thank you, baby. I owe it all to you. Got me all messed up. His love is my favorite. But you plus me. Sadly can be dangerous."

Nowadays my mood is pretty good even today that I couldn't help but sing in a high tone and dance freely under the shower.

Now I can walk on my own.

It happened because of one particular person, my Sidharth. Not double, Ms. Lily also helped me out a lot. But what Sidharth did is beyond what anyone can imagine. He not only helped me to get on my feet making me do all the exercises and helped me walk and body massage, but also he helped emotionally support me.

I was really upset and got a little insecure about my body for all the marks and dark spots left behind my body for the deep cuts and wounds. But he showed me immense love through his words and actions. His sweet words and care for me make me feel less insecure and confident about my body.

Plus he was on a mission to get me back on my feet. For that, he started to do work-from-home. He told me, he has worked for my father's company for a year now. It was a temporary arrangement. We still haven't thought or talked about our future. Us moving to London.

I am not caring anyways. I just want to live every moment with him and my family. To be honest, I would like to stay here and be with my family. I can do my Master's from my old college as well. But yes, I will miss Sidharth there for sure. If he doesn't join back in college as a professor.

But, I want him to join, just for me. I love his professor era. My hot professor. He had a PhD he is supposed to be a professor not a worker at my father's company. Even if it's in a higher position. I know he loves to teach more than work under someone.

If we stay here, Sidharth can meet his family whenever he wants. I talked with his sister Sanvi a few times. She is a sweetheart so is her cute daughter Ananya. Rajeev is absolutely fine now. I am happy for them.

I even talked with his mother a few times. I can say, she still doesn't like me that much, after seeing her son suffering when I was in a coma. But she did apologize to me for what she did back then getting influenced by my dead mother. I forgive her already.

I hope, someday his mother will accept me and we will live like a family. Maybe my dream of a happy family will be fulfilled one day. Fingers crossed.

I turned off the shower and grabbed my pink towel and started to dry myself off. Today is the first time I am taking a shower by myself. Mostly it's always Sidharth who helps me. After I woke up from the coma it was always Sidharth who bathed me. So it kinda became our habit later. Moreover, he loves to pamper me with extra love and care. It's his way to give all the love he couldn't give me in the past one and a half years.

I feel overwhelmed.

But today, he went to the office for an important project meeting. He tried to deny but I forced him to go. For it we had a little argument in the morning before he left for the office with a sour mood. But I couldn't help it. Dad told me he was needed there. He was the one who worked on that project. 

Actually, there are a few more reasons why I let him go. One, I can take a bath myself. Two, I needed to do waxing and clean up my intimate area. Three and most importantly, I am craving for him.

I'm dying to feel him. I am dying to feel his lips against mine, his body against mine and his cock deep inside me, fucking me. I can't believe we didn't kiss. Yet. I want everything to happen today. My body is burning with desire. It got intensified when I saw him in formal black three piece suit pants. That time I wanted him to fuck me. Hard.

I know I am getting desperate for him. I know the same goes for him. I have always seen him taking a cold shower after he bathes me. He gets hard seeing me naked all. It's obvious, he is on a dry spill for so long.

It's been too long since we got intimate. The last time we had sex was on my parents wedding night. Before he left for Delhi. Now after waking up from a coma, we haven't even shared a kiss yet.

I want to spice up a little for us. For it I'm thinking of wearing a sexy black kneel length dress with matching black high heels, no makeup on my face just maskara and pink lip gloss to enhance my already soft pink lips. I'll keep my hair open and a little messy. The way he loves me. Bold and natural.

It's time to seduce my Baby Daddy.

I wrap my hair with a towel then I am about to wrap the towel around my body but something comes under my feet making slip and fall on my ass on the floor. I don't know how it happened.

"Ahh!" I screamed in pain and quickly checked my legs moving them. They're fine. But my ass. It's hurting. "Mumma!" I raised my ass a little and rubbed it to soothe the pain. It's fucking hurting.

I looked around to know what caused this. I notice some body wash on the floor just near my legs. I guess when I was using it some fall on the floor.

"Fucking body wash." Cursing I grabbed the bathtub as a support to get up, when the bathroom's door opens and Sidharth rushes inside, not giving a fuck that I am naked. I don't know how the fuck he is here even.

"Sidharth, how come you are here?" I ask. But he didn't say anything rather he started to check if I got hurt or not. "I am fine."

He acts like deaf and picks me up in his strong arms in bridal style and rushes outside in a hurry. On our way to our bed I tried to assure him I'm fine a few times seeing him panicked. But he ignored me and my words and carefully put me in bed and rechecked me. In between I again told him, I am fine. My legs are fine. He can relax.

I know it won't help. Now he will panic then get angry at me and finally scold me for being careless about myself. It happened before as well. And, I am ready for it.

Once he was satisfied that nothing serious happened to me, he got busy drying my hair. Once done he rushes to get a pair of clothes from the cupboard in the rush. He comes back in a minute with a pair of white loose t-shirts and gray booty shorts.

"Wear these," That's all he said before leaving me alone in bed taking my dirty clothes to discard in the basket beside our washing machine and wet towels to dry on the balcony.

He has changed a lot. I don't know how to pin point it as good or bad. Maybe good. Because now he cares about me more. Gets more protective and possessive for me. Somewhere, he acts like me.

A-fucking-psychopath.

Literally last night I teased him saying, I love Zade Meadows a lot. He's a fictional character. He's a total red flag, but still the greenest flag for his Little Mouse, Adeline. On it, he said—

"Princess, if you want a stalker, killer, and a guy who fuck his woman with a gun. You say it I'll do it for you. You don't need a Zade Meadows. All you need a Sidharth fucking Shukla, who is capable of doing all the dirtiest thing in the world for you. I can even fuck you with a gun. Actually, I would love to do that. And I'm assuring you, I can do better than him. But I am sure you won't like it. So shut-the-fuck-up and be a good fucking Princess of mine."

I was definitely shocked by it but God, that was hot as-fuck. He looked so hot that time it turned me on. He looks super hot when he gets possessive or angry. And that time he was both angry and possessive. His death glare. His possessive voice filled with range. His clenched jaw. Vain popping out. It was a view to me. It always has been a turn on for me.

He comes back after a few minutes with our lunch. I frowned when he placed my plate in my hand forcefully and went to sit on the couch to have his own lunch alone. I gasped when he started to eat himself but didn't care to feed me. He always feeds me.

"Sidharth? Feed me. Talk to me. Please." I begged him.

"Just fucking eat yourself. The way you took a bath on your own." He snapped, taunting me.

I understood he is pretty mad at me. I need to do something to pacify him. But it's not a good time to do. He looked really pissed at me. So without arguing more I started eating quietly taking a glance of him. He looked more pissed now that I didn't argue more to make him feed me.

I went to him and sat beside him keeping my plate beside his. "Sidharth, please feed me."

He looked at me with glare."Just eat." Then he gets busy eating himself. Once he's done he leaves the room.

"God!" Feeling helpless I quickly finished my food and went into the kitchen to discard it in the sink. I directly went back to my room knowing he was there with Venus. I have seen him entering the room with her.

Now he wants to ignore me. Great!

"Oh! My cute little kitten." He cooed hugging her.

I sit in bed admiring them from afar. They're on the couch. Sidharth is talking and playing with her keeping her on his lap. I should feel possessive that she is on his lap. That's my place. But I am not getting possessive at all. In fact, I am in awe. They look cute together. But I need my fiancée too. I need his attention.

I went to them and sat beside him and rested my head on his shoulder, but he moved away making me pout. I moved closer to caressing Venus body softly making her snuggle into Sidharth's stomach.

"Sidharth, I'm sorry." I again rested my head on his shoulder and he again moved away making me sad. But I'm a stubborn girl, I again moved closer and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Stop it." He snaps.

"Baby, I'm saying sorry right? Please let it go."

He didn't say anything just kept playing with Venus ignoring me. I am getting hurt now. But I'm stubborn as well. I grabbed his face with my fingers and made him face me forcefully.

"Don't touch me." He shoved my hands away and got up from the couch with Venus.

Now I am damn hurt and I can feel he is damn hurt too. His eyes and actions say it all to me.

"Sidharth, please stop-"

He looked at me with a stern face and cut me off, "I told you I won't go. You need me. But no. You always do what you want to do. You never listen to me."

"Baby it's nothing like that. I swear, I let you go because you were needed there as well. Moreover, I can take a bath on my own now." I said in my defense. I realized it was a wrong move the moment those words came out of my mouth.

"Don't fuck with me Sana." He snapped. "You know very well who is more important to me. It's always you God damn it. Not only now but always. Don't you know that?"

I do. I know I'm the most important person in the world for him right now. I'm really feeling guilty for hurting him, but I did what I thought was right back then.

I quickly get up and cup his face but he unwraps my hands and shoves it away. But I am a stubborn girl so I again cup his face. He shoved away again. It continues for a few more times until he gives in and lets me hold him.

"I-"

He cut me off, "I am not done yet." He moves back creating distance between us again.

"Sidharth-"

"SHUT UP!" He runs his fingers though his already messed up hair. I didn't notice before but now I did. Messy hair looks hot on him. "God Sana. You said you can take care of yourself. You can bath yourself. I saw how you did that," His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

"It was an accident. I slipped because some body wash was on the floor which I didn't notice." I said in my defense.

But no use he again taunted me. "Yeah right.

You could have used some brain Sana and taken a bath in the bathtub not under the shower. Or your dancing and singing carelessly was more important for you than your safety."

Now he is just being unreasonable to me.

"This is wrong. You are just overreacting." I said in disbelief.

"Yeah right," He snapped taunting, "I'm overreacting now."

He is. But I won't say it.

He bent down to my face level and looked right into my eyes and yelled, "Only if you had seen me at your place, sleeping like a dead-fucking-body for the last one and a half years and begged your God to save me everyday and every moment while dying yourself inside with each passing moment because you don't know if I'll wake up or I'll die in coma. You will never see me smile. You will never see me talk, eat or walk or anything. Only then you would've understood what I went through all those months and what I feel when I see you in some kind of pain or crying right now."

My eyes get moist. I will cry. I'm feeling guilty. I'm in pain, for giving him so much pain intentionally or unintentionally.

He comes closer and grasps my face digging his fingers in the hollow of my face. I hissed but didn't say anything to him knowing well this pain is nothing compared to his.

"Fuck. You." He mumbled and left my face with force and walked out of the room before asking me to rest.

How will I take rest now? When I know he is in pain. I am in pain.

"Get in bed and fucking rest Sana." He yelled, making me jump at my place.

I get in bed as he said. I don't want to disobey him anymore. But rest? I can't do that. All I want to do is cry. And I cried. Hard. Laying down on my front digging my face into his pillow. I want his familiar cologne for solace and comfort.

After half an hour I came back in the room and sat beside me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me up gently from bed and hugged me. I didn't resist hugging him back.

I need him.

"I'm sorry Sana." I snuggled into his neck sobbing. "Shh! Don't cry baby." He caresses my hair and kisses my shoulder softly. "I just snapped seeing you on the floor like that. You know. I am sorry."

I keep crying in silence feeling guilty for hurting him for being careless about myself.

He continued, "I got worried for you. You know how small small things trigger me. I can't see you in pain and crying like this. I love you so fucking much Princess. Don't be careless. Please, for me." He kisses my hair multiple times to make me calm.

"I promise, I'll take care of myself more." I snuggle more into him seeking his warmth and love. I know how small things triggers him now. Because of my accident and coma. "I won't hurt you again."

"You better do that, Princess."

"I will. And, I love you."

"I love you more. Princess." He pulls himself away breaking our hug once I stop crying. He cups my face and wipes off the tears and kisses my forehead sweetly.

"How's your ass now?" His left hand moves down and rubs his fingers gently on my ass to soothe my pain. But it's working the other way around. It's raising my desire for him. To have him. "Is it hurting?"

With great difficulty I replied, "It's good. I'm fine."

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