Chapter 130 - Her Hemoglobin Was 6.9.

|Eshan|

After placing Innaya on the bed, I left our bedroom to bring our dinner. While making beetroot soup, I had prepared the dinner. I would have to reheat the curry and till then I would quickly make some roti. She was hungry before she fainted, and instead of giving her food I just brought soup for her. How could I be so dense?

Focussed on her low hemoglobin, I forgot everything. It was given though, I tended to forget things when it came to Innaya.

Once I climbed down the stairs and reached the living room, Fortune ran over to me. It seemed like he forgave me easily for the earlier stern behavior of mine.

What to do? He was trying to get the attention of my wife and made her laugh too. While all I seemed to do was make her cry.

"What? What are you searching for? My wife?" I asked him when I noticed him craning his head and looking past me as if he was searching for my wife.

"You—" 'This wife stealer!' I held his face in my hands as I rubbed his cheeks with my thumb."Stay away from her couple of days, buddy. She's afraid of you because of some vile woman. Don't scare her, will you?" I talked to him.

The doctor said about keeping her stress free, and if Fortune stayed around her, tried to get close to her, then her stress was bound to increase. It was better to be safe than sorry. So, unfortunately, Fortune would need to stay away from her.

Fortune's face fell and he whined.

It appeared as if he did not want to stay away from my wife. "Woof, woof. Woof, woof, woof," he then barked at me. "Woof, woof, woof." I knew he was getting mad as well as sad for being told off. I was helpless too. I could not upset him, and at the same time, I could not take any risk with Innaya.

He rubbed his head against my head, whining as he did so. "Be a good boy. It's just a matter of a couple of days. Then you can play with her," I cajoled him because other than that I did not see any way to console him.

Fortune quietly laid near my legs. I rubbed his head, feeling sad for him. He was my first baby. I looked after him for days and nights, playing with him, feeding him, taking care of him. I could not separate myself from him.

Whenever I had missed Innaya, I would talk about her before

Fortune. Perhaps that was why he seemed to be in so much love with Innaya. As if he had an understanding that the woman his owner talked about was no one else but the one he saw. I truly admired his senses.

It was a good thing that Arjun left him with us. Maybe, he could be a great help in reducing Innaya's stress.

Before leaving him with his food and toys, I switched on the television and played some dog shows for him. When he was with me, he loved to watch them. Hopefully, his preferences might not have changed.

I stood up and moved towards the kitchen. When I passed by the dining, my eyes fell on the fallen chair on the ground. My lips automatically curved in a smile as I remembered the passionate moment we had shared. Changing my direction, I bent down to pick it up. Picking it up, I placed it back in its position. I then went to the kitchen to sort out everything quickly so that I could return to my wife as soon as possible.

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After we had our dinner, we moved to the bed. The next couple of hours were spent in me cuddling her closer, and just whispering sweet nothing in her ears. Somehow, I just wanted her to feel better and having her smiling so beautifully in front of me let me know that my every effort was worth it.

"Innaya." I sat up as I suddenly remembered that I needed to talk to her. "How have been your periods lately? Has the flow been more than it should have been?"

I watched the color of Innaya's face changing as soon as she heard me, and I was left wondering if she was not comfortable enough in sharing her intimate details with me. We had never really discussed the same.

I wanted to know her opinion. "Should I not have asked that? Um, it's okay if you don't want to-" Before I could say anything more, Innaya interrupted me.

"It's nothing of that sort, Eshan. You are right. I have lost a lot of blood in my recent periods," she answered but there was little hesitancy in it.

She did not even ask me how I had an idea, and I was glad that she did not. It would have just pushed me lower in my guilt zone.

My phone buzzed, and it was the WhatsApp message from the pathology Innaya's blood sample was sent in. I hurriedly opened the chat and waited for the image to load, and once it loaded, my heart sank.

Her hemoglobin was 6.9.

6.9.

I read it over and over, again and again, fixing my gaze on that number to confirm that it was actually 6.9.

Damn. Damn. Damn it.

"We have to go to Dr. Mittal's clinic," I announced while pushing the phone in my pocket as I started getting out of the bed.

Innaya's eyes were staring at me for a really long while, but she did not speak a word. I could not understand what she was trying to figure out, but I knew that she was looking up to me to get answers to her curiosity about what it was that had me panic so much.

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