30. The End 🫶

Vikram Singh Rajvansh's Pov

I stand outside the door of the mental asylum, my heart racing with anxiety. It's been six months since Vyom's accident, and he's been undergoing therapy here to try and recover from the trauma.

But it's not easy. Vyom's memories are fragmented, and he's unable to recognize me. The doctors say it's because of the severity of the trauma, and that it may take time for him to recover.

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I've been trying my best to avoid coming face-to-face with Vyom, as it's triggered his trauma several times in the past. But I need to see him, to know that he's okay.

I glance at my watch, seeing that it's late at night. Vyom will be asleep by now, and I can visit him without triggering another episode.

I push open the door, slipping inside quietly. The room is dimly lit, with only a faint glow from the nightlight. I can see Vyom's form on the bed, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

I approach the bed slowly, my eyes fixed on Vyom's face. He's so peaceful, so calm. It's hard to believe that just a few months ago, he was fighting for his life.

I sit down in the chair beside the bed, reaching out to take Vyom's hand. It's a gentle touch, one that I hope won't disturb him. I just need to be near him, to feel his presence.

As I sit there, I think back to the past few months. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions, with ups and downs that I never could have imagined. But through it all, I've tried to stay strong, to be there for Vyom even when he doesn't know who I am.

The doctors say that his therapy is going well, that he's making progress. But it's slow, and there are still times when he has severe attacks. Times when he screams and cries, when he's trapped in his own personal hell.

I squeeze his hand gently, trying to convey my love and support. I know that he can't feel it, not yet. But I hope that someday, he'll remember me, that he'll know how much I love him.

As I sit there, holding Vyom's hand, I feel a sense of peace wash over me. It's a fragile peace, one that could be shattered at any moment. But for now, it's enough.

I'll stay here with Vyom, holding his hand and watching over him. I'll be here for him, no matter what.

I sat beside Vyom's bed, holding his hand and watching him sleep. It was a peaceful scene, one that I had grown accustomed to over the past few months. But suddenly, Vyom's eyes snapped open, and I felt a jolt of surprise.

My heart racing, I prepared myself for the worst. Maybe Vyom would have another attack, maybe he would scream and cry. But to my surprise, he didn't react much at all. Instead, he looked at me with a curious expression, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"I seem to know you from somewhere," he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a lump form in my throat as I gazed at Vyom. Could it be? Could he finally be remembering me? I tried to play it cool, not wanting to scare him or trigger another attack.

"Little prince," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Vyom's eyes flickered, and he looked at me with a hint of recognition. "Little prince," he repeated. "I've heard that somewhere before."

I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I gazed at Vyom. He was remembering, slowly but surely. I tried to compose myself, not wanting to overwhelm him.

"Rest well, baby," I said, trying to sound calm. "We'll talk later about this."

As I stood up to leave, Vyom's hand shot out and grasped mine. I felt a jolt of surprise, but then I looked into his eyes and saw something there that gave me hope.

"Are you going to leave your peasant like this, my lord?" he asked, his voice low and husky. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at Vyom. Did he remember? Did he really remember?

"You remember everything?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Vyom nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes," he said. "Last night, when they gave me a catalog of my latest collection, I saw that white backless dress that you made me wear to a mafia party..."I felt like I had been punched in the gut. He remembered. He actually remembered. I stared at Vyom, my eyes filling with tears as I realized that he was finally coming back to me.

I wrapped my arms around Vyom, holding him close as I kissed him all over his face. Tears of joy streamed down my cheeks as I felt his warmth, his love.

Vyom laughed, his eyes shining with amusement. "A big, tough person like you is crying like that?" he teased.

I chuckled, feeling a little self-conscious but not caring. "Your absence made me go all crazy," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "You not remembering me made me almost insane. Hate to say it, but you are my only weakness."

Vyom's expression softened, and he reached out to wipe away my tears. "I am sorry, Vikram," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I am so sorry that I couldn't recognize you, my love."

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. "Wait a second," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Did you just call me your love?"

Vyom nodded, his eyes shining with emotion. "Yes, Vikram," he said. "I have fought enough with my own desires. Now, I wish to be in your arms forever. I love you, Vikram Rajvansh."My heart soared as I heard those words. I had waited so long to hear them, to know that Vyom felt the same way.

"I love you too, my little prince," I said, my voice filled with emotion.

As we hugged each other tightly, I felt a sense of completeness that I had never felt before. It was as if our love had been waiting for us all along, waiting for us to find each other and acknowledge our true feelings.

"You are my home, Vyom," I whispered, my lips against his ear. "You are my safe haven, my place of refuge. Without you, I am lost, adrift in a world that makes no sense. But with you, I am found. I am home."

Vyom's arms tightened around me, holding me close as he whispered back, "You are my everything, Vikram. My reason for living, my heart, my soul. I love you more than words can express, more than any poem or song can convey. I love you, Vikram, with every fiber of my being.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. We would face challenges, obstacles, and hardships, but together, we would overcome them. Together, we would create a life filled with love, laughter, and joy.

As we stepped out of the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. I was finally taking Vyom home, to the people I loved and who loved me. I had told them all about Vyom, about our love story, and they had all been supportive, but I knew that meeting him in person would be a different story altogether.

As we walked towards the entrance of our home, I could see my family waiting for us. My father, Amarjeet Singh, was standing tall, a warm smile on his face. My mother, who was standing beside him, smiled warmly at Vyom. Ruhan, my brother, was leaning against the wall, a nonchalant expression on his face, but his eyes gleaming with curiosity. His wife, Lavanya, was standing beside him, a bright smile on her face. And Prithvi, my assistant, was standing off to the side, a warm smile on his face, with Rithvik, his subordinate, by his side.

As we approached, my father stepped forward, a warm smile on his face. "Vyom, beta, welcome home," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Vyom smiled, his eyes shining with happiness, and my father enveloped him in a warm hug. My mother followed suit, and then Ruhan and Lavanya.

As they all greeted each other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and happiness. This was my family, and they were all accepting and loving Vyom with open arms.

But then, my father turned to Vyom and said, "Look, Vyom, we are not against LGBTQ or love marriages, but what we don't like is when our children don't tell us about their affairs and suddenly come home and say, 'I'm married now'."

He glared at Ruhan, who was looking nonchalant, but I could see the hint of a smile on his face. My mother nudged my father and said, "Don't mind this old man, Vyom."

Vyom laughed, and my mother smiled and said, "You're really pretty, Vyom. Now I know why my son is so obsessed with you, Right Lavanya?" Vyom smiled and said, "Yes, mama." Then, Lavanya walked up to Vyom and said, "We're meeting after a long time."

Vyom smiled, and they hugged each other warmly. Ruhan looked at Lavanya and asked, "How do you know each other?" Lavanya smiled and said, "We went to the same university."

Ruhan looked sheepish, and I couldn't help but laugh. My family was always like this, warm and loving, but also a little quirky. As we all walked inside, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment. This was what I had been waiting for, for Vyom to meet my family and for them to accept him with open arms.

I glanced at Ruhan, and we shared a look. We both knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in our lives, one that would be filled with love, laughter, and adventure.

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~THE END

(to be continued in the epilogue....)