Part 1
Vanya sat by his side, gently holding a cotton swab in her hand, pleading with him to let her tend to the wound on his shoulder.
“Why won’t you let me help you, Rivaan?” she asked softly, her voice barely holding back the emotion. “Why do you want to live with this pain?”
Rivaan looked at her, his expression unreadable but his eyes full of remorse. “Correction,” he whispered. “I want to live with this pain. I deserve it for breaking your heart, for hurting you, for betraying your trust. This pain... it’s my punishment.”
Vanya’s eyes welled up. “Don’t be so kind,” she whispered, “Don’t love me so much that it breaks me.”
He smiled faintly. “My sweet, helpless wife... You must be wondering where you got stuck how did the man who once wounded you speak to you with such tenderness
