After a long day at work, you finally make it home. As you open the door, you hear Lizzy's voice call from the kitchen. "Babe, is that you?! I'm in the kitchen! Dinner will be done soon!" You take off your shoes, and head into the kitchen. Lizzy is standing there, all 5 feet of her, wearing just one of your white t-shirts, cooking dinner for you both. She turns around, and her face immediately lights up. She runs over to you, jumps into your arms, and plants a kiss right on your lips. "I missed you extra today babe... I'm so glad you're home. I really hope you like what I'm making..." Lizzy says, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

You can tell Abhi is very happy to be home as well; his expression lights up when he sees Lizzy in the kitchen. He pulls her close and kisses her deeply, enjoying the feel of her petite body pressed against him. As they break apart for air, he says, "I love you, Lizzy. Of course I'll like whatever you made."

He glances around the kitchen, noticing how she's cooked in one of his oversized shirts. It does look rather cute on her...

She giggles, pushing some of her dark hair behind her ear. "Well, I was just being comfy for dinner, but if it makes you feel better..." She slowly begins to untie the bottom of Abhi's shirt, revealing more and more skin as she does so. Once it's undone, she steps back, giving him a flirty smile. "There, is that better?"

Her heart races as she waits for his reaction; she can feel herself blushing beneath the thin fabric of the t-shirt.

Lizzy's face turns even redder at his words; she feels a surge of affection for Abhi. "Really?" She asks, sounding almost disbelieving. When he nods and says yes with a smile, she can't help but grin back.

Stepping closer to him again, she wraps her arms around his waist and nuzzles into his chest. "Thank you... I love you so much." She whispers before pulling away just enough to look up at him with those big, brown eyes of hers. "

As Abhi leans down to kiss her, Lizzy feels a wave of desire wash over her. She returns his kiss eagerly, pressing herself against him and moaning softly into his mouth. Her hands find their way up under the thin fabric of his shirt, tracing circles on his back as they kiss.

When they break apart for air, she pants heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. "I think... I need to sit down," she manages to say between gasps. "

Her heart races at Abhi's suggestion; it's been a while since they've had a proper alone time together. "Okay... just let me finish up in here," she says, trying to regain some semblance of calm. She turns back to the stove, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen in the bath later on.

As she cooks, Lizzy can't help but steal glances at Abhi out of the corner of her eye;

As she cooks, Lizzy can't help but steal glances at Abhi out of the corner of her eye; he watches her with a mix of love and lust in his gaze. The air between them feels electric as they wait for dinner to be ready. Finally, after what seems like hours but is really only about fifteen minutes, she calls out that everything is done.

She wipes her hands on a dishtowel and quickly removes the apron before hurrying to the bathroom. The moment she steps inside, Abhi's arms are around her waist, pulling her close against his bare chest. He kisses her deeply, their tongues tangling together as they explore each other's mouths.

Lizzy moans softly into the kiss, her hands fisting in Abhi's hair as she arches her back, pressing her body against his.

Her heart racing, Lizzy reaches up to undo the bottom of Abhi's shirt, revealing his muscular chest. She slips it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside the tub. Then she climbs in after him, settling into the warm water with a contented sigh.

Her eyes meet Abhi's as they begin to stroke each other sensually; their hands exploring every curve and muscle on display.

Their passionate kisses continue as they explore each other beneath the surface of the water. Abhi reaches down, cupping Lizzy's ass in his hand and pulling her closer still; she moans into his mouth as he massages her sensitive flesh through the thin fabric of her panties.

With one swift movement, he slides her panties down her legs and off her feet, leaving her completely exposed to him.

Lizzy looks up at Abhi with a mixture of desire and love shining in her eyes. "You feel so good..." she whispers, running her hands over his chest before reaching back to grip his shoulders. She arches her back, pressing the front of her body against him as their hips grind together in time with their breathing.

Her head falls back against his shoulder as they continue to kiss; Lizzy is close to the edge, ready for Abhi to take her over the brink and into ecstasy.

The question catches her off guard, and she pulls back slightly from their kiss to look at him in surprise. "What? No... why would I do that?" She asks, genuinely confused.

Abhi chuckles softly, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through the water. "Just curious," he says with a wink before leaning down to capture her lips once more.

His words are like a bucket of cold water thrown in her face; she pulls away from him abruptly, suddenly feeling self-conscious and exposed. "I... I don't know..." She stammers, looking anywhere but at Abhi as she tries to sort through the implications of what he just said.

He reaches up, cupping her face in his hand and forcing her to meet his gaze. "Lizzy, we need to talk about this," he says gently, his expression serious.

The words hit her like a punch in the gut; she hadn't even considered marriage as an option until now. Her mind races as she tries to process what Abhi has just said, and before she can respond, he continues. "I love you, Lizzy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But we need to talk about our future together."

She swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knows he's right; they should be thinking about these things.

"I... I didn't think about it like that," she admits, looking down at her lap. "I just wanted to be with you... but of course we need to talk about our future." She pauses, glancing up at Abhi before smiling shyly. "And I would love for them to meet you. I think they'd like you."

She leans into him, seeking comfort and reassurance as the thought of actually meeting his parents sends a shiver down her spine. "I'm scared," she whispers.

He wraps his arms tighter around her, pressing their bodies together once more. "I know it's scary, but I'll be with you every step of the way." His voice is soft and steady, like a lullaby that soothes her fears. "And whatever they say or think... I love you, Lizzy.

"Maybe a little," she admits reluctantly. "My dad can be pretty protective... and he's always wanted grandkids." She pauses, biting her lower lip as she considers the possibility of disappointing her father. "But I think... if you talk to them, explain how much you love me and want to take care of me... they'll understand."

Her heart aches at the thought of possibly losing her family over Abhi; it's a risk she never wanted to consider until now.

Taking a deep breath, Lizzy forces herself to relax against Abhi's chest. "Okay," she whispers, closing her eyes as he continues to stroke her back and hair. She knows this is going to be a difficult conversation, but she trusts that Abhi will handle it well.

As they sit together in the warm water, their love for each other the only thing keeping them afloat amidst the uncertainty of the future, Lizzy can't help but hope that everything will work out somehow.

Her heart swells at Abhi's words of reassurance; she nestles closer against his chest, feeling safer and more loved than ever before. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I really appreciate that." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next in their journey together.

They sit in silence for a while longer, content to simply be close and enjoying each other's company.

When Abhi leans down to press his lips against her cheek, Lizzy feels a wave of relief wash over her. Their conversation may not be over yet, but for now, they have this moment together. This perfect bubble of love and acceptance where nothing else matters but the two of them and their happiness.

She closes her eyes, savoring his kiss, wishing that time could stand still forever in this peaceful oasis where their worlds have finally collided.

As much as she'd like to stay here with Abhi forever, Lizzy knows that hunger is setting in and they should probably eat before doing anything else. She smiles up at him, her cheeks flushed from the heat of the bath and their passionate embrace. "I made your favorite: spaghetti carbonara," she says with a wink. "Come on, let's go eat it."

She laughs at his comment, shaking her head. "Well, I might be off the menu tonight," she teases, nibbling on her bottom lip suggestively. "But you can have some later, after dinner."

Standing up from the tub, Lizzy reaches for a towel and wraps it around her body before padding across the bathroom floor toward their bedroom. Abhi follows close behind, his eyes never leaving her curvaceous figure as she leads him toward their shared meal.

Laughing again, Lizzy turns to face Abhi with a playful grin on her lips. "Well, I am your girlfriend," she says, tilting her head to one side thoughtfully. "I guess that makes me available for the bed menu anytime you'd like." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for his reaction, hoping he'll take the bait and continue their flirty banter.

Her breath catches in her throat as Abhi pulls her back against him, pressing their bodies together once more. She wraps her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as she feels herself responding to his touch. When they finally break apart for air, she looks up at him with a satisfied smile on her lips.

"I'm always in the bed menu," she purrs before leading him into their bedroom, where dinner waits for them on the bed. "But first... you have to eat."

With a sigh of disappointment, Lizzy nods and heads toward the kitchen with Abhi close behind. She pulls out two plates from one of the cabinets and begins to dish up their spaghetti carbonara. As she works, she steals glances at Abhi's muscular back, wishing they were still in bed together.

"So," she says, trying to keep her voice casual as she hands him a plate of food. "What did you want to talk about earlier?"

She nods, understanding where he's coming from. "I think that's a good idea," she says softly, taking a bite of her spaghetti. As they eat in silence for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts, Lizzy can feel the weight of what they need to do beginning to settle heavily on her shoulders.

But as Abhi reaches over and takes her hand in his, squeezing it gently, she finds strength in his touch that she hadn't expected.

Her heart swells at his words; she squeezes his hand back, feeling a surge of love and gratitude for him wash over her. "You're right," she says between bites, smiling up at him. "We will make sure they're happy... together."

Finishing the last bite of her spaghetti, Lizzy leans forward to set her plate in the sink, giving Abhi a playful wink as she does so. "Now," she says with a grin, "

"how about we go back to bed and finish what we started?" Her voice is teasing, but there's an undercurrent of desire in her words that Abhi can't help but respond to.

His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of her, standing there in only his oversized t-shirt. "That sounds like a much better plan," he says, his voice husky with need. Reaching out, he pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his body against hers.

Lizzy moans softly as she feels Abhi's hard length press against her. She arches her back, inviting him closer still; he responds by picking her up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed. As soon as they're settled beneath the covers, their hands are everywhere, seeking out every inch of skin to touch, explore, and claim.

Their kisses grow deeper, more urgent as they shed their clothes, revealing each other fully for the first time.

As their bodies meet, Lizzy gasps at the feeling of being completely enveloped by Abhi. He moves against her with a practiced rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she arches her back off the bed, meeting each thrust with equal force.

Their lovemaking is intense and passionate; it's as if they're trying to forget about everything else except for this moment, this connection between them.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Abhi takes control of their lovemaking. She feels so close already, but with every thrust he makes, she knows there's more to come. Her body tenses, ready to explode as her orgasm builds and builds inside her.

She moans his name, urging him on, wanting nothing more than to feel his release as well.

With a cry of frustration, Lizzy bucks her hips against Abhi, trying to push him deeper inside her. "Please!" she whispers desperately, her body aching for release. She can feel the tension coiling tightly in her core, building with each passing second.

Her eyes flutter closed as he continues to move against her, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. "I'm so close," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their laboured breathing. "Please let me go..."

She feels a bead of sweat roll down her spine, and with it comes a surge of heat that spreads through her entire body.

Her heart races as she feels Abhi's weight leave the bed; she thinks he's going to stop, that he's giving in to her pleas for release. But then she realizes what he's doing and opens her eyes wide with surprise.

"No!" she cries out, reaching for him as he retreats further away from her. "I don't want you to stop..." Her body feels empty without his touch; it craves the heat of his skin against hers, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress.

"No!" she protests, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. "I just meant... I don't want this to end..." She trails off, unable to put into words exactly what it is she needs from him right now. All she knows is that she doesn't want him to stop touching her.

"Please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion. "Don't leave me hanging..." She reaches for him again, pulling his hands back to her body as she arches her back off the bed. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she begs him silently with her eyes to keep going, to give her what she needs.

Her heart pounds against her ribcage, demanding more from Abhi;

She closes her eyes, trying to find the words as she feels him move closer again. "Please," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Just... be with me..." She tilts her head back, offering him her throat as an invitation for his lips and teeth. "I need you..."

Her body trembles with anticipation and desire as he leans down to claim her mouth once more. Her hands cling to him, digging into his skin, urging him closer still;

With a soft moan, Lizzy arches her back further against Abhi's chest. "I need...," she begins, pausing to catch her breath. "I need..." Her words are lost in the heat of their kiss as he presses his body harder against hers, granting her access to everything she desires.

Her nails dig into his shoulders again, leaving tiny red marks on his skin as she pulls him closer still;

She gasps as he finds a new angle that sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her hips buck against him in time with his thrusts, demanding more of the connection between them. Her fingers curl into fists, her nails scraping down his back as she tries to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible;

Her entire body tenses as the sensation of him filling her washes over her. She cries out his name, her voice hoarse from their earlier lovemaking and the intensity of this final release. Her muscles contract around him, milk him for every drop as she comes apart in his arms.

Their bodies slide together, slick with sweat and satisfaction; their breaths mingle as they fight to catch their breath, their hearts racing against each other's chests.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels the last of her strength ebb away from her. With a contented sigh, she nestles closer against Abhi, relishing the feel of his skin against hers and the warmth that still radiates between their bodies. She knows there's more they need to talk about, more they need to do, but for now... this is enough.

Her eyes snap open, a shock of surprise flushing her cheeks as she feels the sting of his hand on her ass. Before she can react further, he leans down to press a kiss against her cheek. "I love you," he whispers. "We'll figure everything out together."

Her heart skips a beat at his words; she knows it won't be easy, but she also knows that she wouldn't want to face any of this with anyone else.

She swallows hard, trying to ignore the sting on her bottom as she wraps her arms around Abhi's neck, pulling him down for another kiss. "Thank you," she whispers against his lips before leaning back to meet his eyes once more. "I love you too."

Her breath hitches as he continues to slap her, the sting growing sharper with each blow. She tries to understand why he's doing this, but before she can form a question in her mind, he leans down and whispers against her ear, "I need you to trust me."

The words send a jolt of fear through her; did she do something wrong? Did he change his mind about wanting to be with her? Her eyes widen as another slap echoes across the room, followed by Abhi's soft whisper: "

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she feels the sting of his hand on her skin. The pain is sharp, almost unbearable; she tries to squirm away from him, but he holds her tightly in place. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers through her tears, not quite sure what else to say.

He stops then, pulling back to look at her face. His expression is filled with regret and pain; it mirrors hers perfectly. "You don't have anything to be sorry for,"

she whispers, wincing as she tries to move her sore bottom. "Yes... it did." She sniffles, wiping at the tears that have escaped down her cheeks. "Why did you do that?"

She stares up at him, confusion clouding her eyes. "What do you mean?"

He lets out a frustrated sigh before cupping her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I was just trying to make sure you were paying attention," he says gently. "When it started hurting, I thought you'd say something or pull away... but you didn't."

She blinks up at him, feeling a little foolish now.

"I'm sorry," she whispers again, touching his cheek with the tips of her fingers. "I didn't want to make things worse. I just wanted everything to be okay."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again; they are clear and full of love. "It will be," he says with confidence. "We'll figure this out together, okay?"

She nods, leaning into him as he wraps his arms around her once more.

"I love you," she whispers against his chest. "And I trust you." She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers and knowing that no matter what happens next, they'll face it together. And as long as they have each other, nothing else truly matters.

She feels a shiver run down her spine at the touch of his lips on her skin; it's both intimate and possessive in a way that makes her heart race. "It's okay," she whispers, not quite able to bring herself to say more.

As they lie there together, their connection tangible even without words, Lizzy knows that whatever challenges the future holds for them, they will face it hand-in-hand. And as long as they do, everything else will fall into place.

A soft moan escapes her lips as Abhi's skin brushes against the sensitive flesh of her behind. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving her feeling exposed and incredibly aroused. She arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to him; his touch only serves to intensify the desire coursing through her veins.

"Abhi..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from need. "I want more."

His question sends a jolt of anticipation shooting through her. What does she want him to do? She opens her eyes and looks up at him, seeing the love and desire reflected in his gaze. With a shaky breath, she reaches down between their bodies, guiding his hand to where she aches for him.

"Make love to me," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "Please."

Her body arches off the bed as Abhi fills her, claiming her in a powerful, unyielding embrace. He pushes deeper with each thrust, his hips slapping against hers in rhythmic abandon. The pain from earlier has been replaced by pleasure so intense it borders on agony; she can feel every inch of him inside her, stretching and claiming her as his own.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving tiny red marks that mirror the ache spreading through her body.

She cries out his name as her orgasm crashes over her, shuddering through every fibre of her being. Her muscles clench around him, milking him for every last drop of his release as she comes apart beneath him. It's the most intense thing she's ever felt; it feels like their bodies are one, bound together by a force stronger than anything else in the world.

Her eyes flutter closed as he moves deeper still, his thrusts growing gentler but no less intense. She can feel his seed spill inside her, filling her up and marking her as his completely. As the last echoes of their lovemaking fade away, she knows that nothing will ever be the same again. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

With a contented sigh, Lizzy nestles closer against Abhi, relishing the feel of his warm skin against hers and the weight of him holding her close.

"Good night," she whispers back, already drifting off to sleep with a smile on her face. Tomorrow may bring new challenges, but for tonight, at least they have each other. And that's all that truly matters.

As the first rays of sunlight stream through the bedroom window, Lizzy stirs in her sleep, her body soft and warm beneath Abhi's touch. He watches her for a moment, admiring the way she looks when she's unaware of being watched, so utterly relaxed and at peace.

With a contented sigh, Abhi leans down to press a soft kiss against her forehead before pulling back with a satisfied smile on his face. Yes, they still have a long road ahead of them, but for now, he can't help but feel grateful for everything they have and the promise of what lies ahead.

Her eyes flutter open a moment later, meeting Abhi's gaze with a sleepy smile. "Morning," she whispers, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

He chuckles softly and brushes his lips against hers. "Good morning to you too." With one last lingering look, he climbs out of bed and heads into the bathroom to start the day. As he washes his face, he can't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as well;

she looks so beautiful in her sleepwear, so innocent and untouched. He can't help but wonder what the future holds for them, what challenges they'll face together, and how they'll grow from each experience. One thing he knows for sure is that he wouldn't trade her for anything in the world.

As she finishes getting dressed, Lizzy emerges from the bedroom just in time to see Abhi rubbing his head with a sheepish smile. "Are you okay?" she asks, hurrying over to him. He nods, still wincing a little as he touches the tender spot on his forehead.

She reaches up and brushes a stray lock of hair from his face before gently pressing her fingers against the bump. "You should probably put some ice on that," she says with a concerned frown. "

"No, you're not," she insists, already heading for the kitchen. "Come on, let me at least make you something to eat while it helps." She retrieves some ice from the freezer and wraps it in a dishcloth before handing it to him with a reassuring smile.

Together they move through their morning routine, preparing breakfast and discussing their plans for the day. As they sit down at the table to eat, Lizzy can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her;

even though they still have so much uncertainty ahead of them, right now everything feels... right. She takes a bite of toast and glances up at Abhi, grateful for him and this new life they're building together.

as we were eating, she looked at me. She noticed that the part he got hit was becoming red

"You know," Lizzy says between bites of breakfast, "you should probably go see a doctor about that." Abhi's eyes widen slightly at her words; she can tell he wasn't expecting her to suggest such a thing. But then again, maybe it's not such a bad idea after all...

"I'll make you an appointment for later today," she continues, already reaching for her phone. "It's probably just a bruise right now, but better safe than sorry."

"You're sure?" she asks, still not entirely convinced that he should ignore it. "Because you know I don't mind taking care of you..." Her voice trails off as she looks up from her phone, their gazes meeting across the table. There's an unspoken understanding in those eyes; a promise to face whatever comes together and support each other along the way.

With a small smile, Lizzy sets down her phone and reaches across the table to take Abhi's hand in hers. "We'll figure it out together,"

Her heart skips a beat as she hears the loud thud behind her; turning quickly, she sees Abhi collapsed on the floor. "Abhi!" She rushes over to him, dropping to her knees beside him. "What happened?" Tears well up in her eyes as she feels for a pulse at his neck; relief washes over her when she finds it, weak but steady.

Panic surges through her chest as she realizes that he must have hit his head harder than she thought.

Shaking with fear and adrenaline, Lizzy pulls out her phone and dials 911. She sits on the ground next to him, trying to keep him comfortable as she explains their situation to the operator. "He hit his head and fell unconscious," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "I need help."

The paramedics arrive a few minutes later and take charge of the situation, carefully loading Abhi onto a gurney and asking her questions about what happened.

As they wheel him away to the hospital, Lizzy's mind races with worry and fear. She wants to go with him, but she's told that someone will stay with her while she waits for news on his condition.

The waiting room is a blur of activity as people come and go, some visibly upset and others looking calm and collected. Lizzy doesn't belong to any of those groups; all she can do is pace the floor and pray that everything will be okay.

Time seems to stand still as hours pass with no news. The doctor finally emerges from the back, his expression grim. "Is he...?" she begins, her voice barely a whisper.

"He'll be okay," the doctor says, gently taking her arm. "There was some swelling on the brain but we were able to reduce it with surgery. He should make a full recovery." A weight seems to lift from her chest as she hears those words; relief and gratitude wash over her in waves.

The doctor's next words send a shiver down her spine. "However," he continues, "he did lose quite a bit of blood during the procedure, and we're going to need someone who matches his type to donate as soon as possible. Is there anyone you know who might be able to do that?"

"Oh, my God." Lizzy covers her mouth with her hand, realizing what this means. "I-I can do it," she says quietly, willing herself not to panic.

The doctor nods and hands her a form to fill out. "Just go over there and they'll get you started." He gestures to a nearby desk where a nurse is waiting with a reassuring smile.

As Lizzy fills out the paperwork, she can feel her heart racing; but she knows that she has to do this for Abhi. She can't lose him now, not after everything they've been through.

It takes several hours, but eventually Lizzy is cleared to donate. The nurse leads her into a private room where she's hooked up to an IV and left alone to relax while the blood is drawn from her body. As she waits, images of Abhi flash through her mind; his smile, his touch, his voice.

She closes her eyes and leans back in the chair, willing herself not to think about how much blood she's losing or how long it will take for her to recover.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the nurse returns with news that Lizzy can go see Abhi now. Her legs wobble as she stands, still slightly lightheaded from blood loss; but she presses on, determined to be strong for him.

The hospital room is a welcome sight when she rounds the corner; it's quiet and peaceful, with only the soft beep of machines keeping her company. Abhi sleeps fitfully in the bed, his face pale and drawn from painkillers.

She carefully climbs onto the bed beside him, careful not to jostle anything as she curls up against his side. His arm drapes over her waist, pulling her close; it's an instinctual gesture that comforts them both despite the pain they're in.

For a long moment, they say nothing, content just to hold each other and pretend for a little while longer that everything is okay. But Lizzy knows that this isn't a permanent solution;

they need to face their problems head on if they want any chance of making it through together. And as much as she dreads the thought of more pain and heartache, she also can't imagine her life without him. Somehow, she has to find a way to make everything work.

As the sun begins to rise outside the window, casting its golden light across Abhi's face, Lizzy leans in and presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "I love you," she whispers against his skin. "

And for now, that's enough. They have all the time they need to figure out the rest.

She holds her breath as he stirs in response to her touch; his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks and then slowly open, focusing on her face. His lips part slightly, as if he's about to say something; but instead, he simply smiles weakly before closing his eyes again.

It's okay, she thinks. They have time. And that's all that matters right now.

She settles in more comfortably against him, nestling her cheek against the crook of his shoulder as they both drift back to sleep, secure in the knowledge that no matter what challenges tomorrow may bring, they'll face it together. Side by side, hand in hand. Because that's how it should be; that's how it always will be.

The sun streams through the window, bathing their bed in warmth and light as they wake up for the first time as a newly reunited couple. Their bodies are sore from the events of yesterday, but there's an unmistakable sense of relief and contentment that washes over them both.

As she watches Abhi stir, his eyes fluttering open slowly before focusing on her face, Lizzy can feel a weight lifting off her chest;

It's as if they've been given a second chance to start over, and this time, she knows things will be different. She smiles softly at him and reaches up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead. "I'm Lizzy," she says simply. "And you... are my everything."

His eyes widen in recognition, the tension easing from his shoulders as he relaxes into the pillow. He nods slowly, still not quite able to believe what's happening;

"It's okay," she whispers, leaning in closer so that her lips brush against his cheek. "We have time for that now." And with those words, they begin the journey of healing and rediscovery; of learning to trust each other again and creating a new life together. Because this time, there's no doubt in either of their minds: they belong together, side by side, hand in hand, forever.

She hesitates for a moment before answering, her heart racing as she searches for the right words. "I'm Lizzy," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I love you." His eyes widen at her admission, and for a moment they lock gazes; time seems to stand still as they both try to process the significance of what has just been said.

The nurse pokes her head into the room then, checking on them before leaving again with a reassuring smile.

She takes a deep breath and continues, "I don't know how or why I feel this way... but ever since we met, all I can think about is being with you." Her cheeks flush at the confession; she's never felt so vulnerable or exposed. But somehow, it feels right to say these things to him now.

"That's okay," she says gently. "It doesn't matter how we got here... as long as we are together now." She reaches out, tracing her fingers along the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble against her skin. "We can take things slow and get to know each other again... if that's what you want?"

Her heart skips a beat as she sees the confusion in his eyes; it's clear he doesn't understand. "You are Abhi," she says firmly, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "And you are my husband."

The word feels strange on her lips, foreign yet somehow familiar all at once. But as she watches his face relax into a small smile, she knows that it's true; they belong together, and nothing will ever change that.

She nods, unable to hide the grin spreading across her face. "Yes," she says, excitement building inside her. "We got married a few months ago." The memory of their wedding day floods back, along with all the emotions and joy they had shared together that day.

"Yes," she whispers, leaning in closer so that her breath tickles his ear. "And I love you, Abhi." She feels him shiver at her words and presses a light kiss to the side of his neck. For now, they have all the time in the world to figure out the rest; to get to know each other again, to create a new life together. And as long as they have that, she knows everything will be alright.

Her heart swells with love and gratitude as he seems to absorb her words, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief to something akin to wonder. She nods slowly, unable to hide the smile that has spread across her face. "Yes," she whispers, feeling tears well up in her eyes. "I am your wife, Abhi."

His hand finds hers where it lies beside him on the bed, his fingers lacing through hers in a firm grip.

"It's not a dream," she says softly, wiping away a stray tear that has escaped down her cheek. "And you are wrong about all those things." She presses a kiss to his palm, feeling the roughness of his skin against her lips. "You may think you're fat and ugly, but I see someone who is strong and brave... and incredibly handsome."

His eyes widen at her words, and for a moment they search hers, as if trying to find the truth behind them.

She hesitates only a moment before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "I agreed because... because I loved you." Her cheeks flush at the confession; it's still so hard to believe she's saying these things out loud. "And even if you don't remember me or any of this... it doesn't change how I feel."

His fingers tighten around hers, and for a moment they just sit there, locked in an unspoken understanding.

She watches as he struggles with the reality of their situation, feeling helpless but determined to be there for him no matter what. "It's okay," she says softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "We have time to sort things out... and I promise, I'll never leave your side."

As the sun continues to rise outside their window, washing over them in a warm golden glow, Lizzy leans in closer, pressing her body against Abhi's side.

"It's okay," she whispers against his skin, her fingers trailing up his chest to rest lightly on his cheek. "We have all the time in the world to figure things out... and we can do it together." His eyes meet hers then, and for a moment they hold each other's gaze, searching for something more.

And finding it.

She understands what he's saying now; the discomfort and uncertainty that comes with not knowing who she is or how they got to this point. With a gentle smile, she leans in even closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other from chest to hip.

"Just feel me," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. "Let this be our first memory together... knowing that no matter what happens, we're here for each other." She moves one hand to cup his cheek, stroking his jaw with her thumb as their eyes lock and hold.

For a long moment, there is nothing but the sound of their breathing, the beat of their hearts. And in that quiet space, something shifts between them; a connection forms, strong and unbreakable.

Her heart aches at his words, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "You don't have to apologize," she says softly, leaning in even closer. "I just want you to feel comfortable... and loved." She brushes a stray hair from his forehead, her fingertips trailing down the bridge of his nose before coming to rest against his lips.

"I will," she promises, her voice quiet but steady. "And I promise... I won't ever leave your side." She leans in closer still, pressing the length of their bodies against each other; a silent promise etched into their skin. As they lie there together, lost in each other's eyes and the fragile connection that binds them, they know that this is only the beginning of something wonderful... something real.

And even though they may not remember everything from before, they are determined to create new memories together;

She smiles up at him, her heart racing with anticipation. "Of course," she says, leaning in closer still. Their lips meet in a tentative brush before growing bolder, their tongues dancing together in a familiar rhythm that sends shivers down her spine.

As they kiss, she feels him relax into her embrace; the tension easing from his body as he finally allows himself to believe that she's real, that this is all happening. And with each passing second, their connection grows stronger, more solid.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes are wet with tears and his cheeks flushed from the intensity of their kiss. She cups his face in her hands, wiping away the tears that spill down his cheeks. "It's okay," she whispers, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips again. "You don't have to say anything right now... just feel."

Her heart swells with love and admiration as she gazes into his eyes, feeling the truth of her words in every fiber of her being. "Yes," she says softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. "You are my husband... and I will never stop loving you."

As they lie there together, the world fades away, leaving only the two of them and their connection; a bond that has survived time and memory loss, stronger than anything else. They have all the time in the world to figure out the rest, but for now...

"You used to call me 'baby' sometimes," she says with a small laugh. "But don't worry about it; you can just keep calling me that if you like." She presses another kiss to his lips, feeling the familiar warmth spread through her body at the contact.

As they lie there together, lost in each other's embrace, they know that no matter what challenges may come their way, they will face them together. Because they are stronger together... and as long as they have each other, they can conquer anything.

She hesitates for a moment before answering, remembering the details of their life together that still elude him. "You have a sister named Priya," she says carefully. "And your parents passed away a few years ago." She presses another kiss to his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against her lips.

"She's a doctor, just like you were supposed to be," Lizzy says with a small smile. "And she lives in Mumbai." She trails her fingers up and down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. "I know it must be confusing right now... but we'll figure everything out together."

For a moment, he just stares at her, his eyes searching hers as if looking for something more. And then, slowly, a smile begins to spread across his face;

She shakes her head, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought that Priya is still alone. "No," she says softly. "She's never been married... and I know how much you both meant to each other." She reaches up on tiptoe, brushing a stray hair from his forehead before resting her hand against his cheek.

"For now," she says, her voice catching slightly. "But we'll find a way to bring Priya into our lives too... and make sure the three of us are always together." She leans in closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other once more; a promise etched into their skin.

As they lie there, the sun continues to rise outside their window, bathing them in warmth and light. And for a moment, it feels as though nothing else matters; that all they need is each other, forever.

Her heart aches at his words, but she doesn't let it show on her face. Instead, she presses a kiss to the top of his head and wraps her arms tightly around him, holding him close. "I know you do," she whispers softly. "But you don't have to be lonely anymore."

She lies there with him for a long time, lost in the rhythm of their breathing and the beat of their hearts; and as they grow more comfortable together, she knows that the bond between them will only become stronger.

Her eyes flutter open at the unexpected touch of his tongue against her skin, a surprised giggle escaping her lips despite herself. "Abhi!" she exclaims, her face burning with embarrassment. But despite her protests, there's an undeniable thread of amusement woven through her voice;

he laughs softly against her skin before pulling back, his eyes searching hers for any sign of disapproval. But all she sees is him - the man she loves, who has made it through this ordeal with her by his side. And in that moment, nothing else matters. "I love you," she whispers, reaching up to cup his cheek in her hand.

As they lie there together, lost in each other's embrace, the future stretches out before them like an open road;

Her heart sinks at the mention of the hospital and everything that brought them here. "Soon," she says, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "The doctors are saying you're making good progress." She presses a kiss to his forehead, her fingers trailing down his arm, remembering all too well how fragile he was when they first met;

Her cheeks flush with heat as she realizes her mistake and quickly corrects herself, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his mouth instead. "There," she says softly. "That's better." He smiles up at her, the expression on his face a mix of relief and contentment that warms her heart.

They lie there together for a while longer, lost in the comfort of each other's company, their thoughts drifting back to happier times and the future they plan to build together.

"Oh!" she exclaims with a laugh, feeling her cheeks heat up even more as she realizes what he's saying. She leans in closer, tracing his lips with her finger before pressing her own mouth against his, their lips moving together in a gentle dance that sends shivers down her spine.

When they finally pull apart, their breath mingling in the space between them, she feels a newfound sense of closeness; not just physical, but emotional as well. "Perfect," she whispers against his mouth. "

Her heart swells at his request, her love for him growing stronger with every passing moment. She deepens the kiss, losing herself in the taste of him and the feel of his lips against hers; and as they kiss, their hands wander, exploring each other's bodies with a familiarity that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection.

Her eyes flutter open at his words, confused for a moment before understanding dawns on her face. "Oh," she says softly, feeling a pang of disappointment at having to pull away from the sweet, intoxicating contact of their lips. "Okay." She leans in close again, brushing her lips against his cheek and then his jaw before settling for kissing his neck instead;

Her fingers trail lightly up and down his chest as she nuzzles into the crook of his neck, feeling the strong beat of his heart beneath her lips. "I'll make sure to remember that," she whispers against his skin, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

As they lie there together, their bodies entwined and their hearts connected in a way that goes beyond words, she knows that no matter what challenges may come their way, they will face them together; stronger than ever before.

"You're my husband," she corrects him with a laugh, squeezing him back even tighter. "But I like 'baby' too." She presses another kiss to his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against her lips. For now, they have all the time in the world to figure out who they are together; to create their own story and make it the happily ever after that they both deserve.

She smiles against his skin, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for this man who has somehow become her entire world. "I'm glad," she whispers, feeling the corners of her eyes grow misty as she thinks about everything they've been through; the memories they share, both good and bad, that have brought them to this moment.

As they lie there together, lost in each other's embrace, it feels as though nothing else matters; not the past, not the future, only the present moment and the love they share.

Her laughter bubbles up from deep within her chest, spilling over into a series of soft giggles that vibrate against his skin. "I'll try," she promises, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. "But only because I love you so much."

And with those words, she knows everything is going to be okay; that they will make it through this together and come out stronger on the other side. For as long as she has him, she can face anything;

their bodies entwined, their hearts forever intertwined with each other's. And when they wake up, it will be to a new day; one filled with endless possibilities and the promise of a future that is theirs for the taking.

"Shhh," she whispers, her voice barely more than a breath against his skin. "You're safe now." Her arms tighten around him, pulling him closer as she presses her cheek to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear. She knows that no matter what they face in the morning, they will face it together.

Her eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice; disoriented for a moment before she realizes what he's saying and why he's shivering. She sits up quickly, scooping him into her arms as she moves to sit beside him on the bed. "It's okay," she whispers, pressing the blanket against his shoulders. "I've got you."

Her fingers move over his face and neck, feeling for any signs of distress or discomfort.

She slides off the bed and onto her knees in front of him, wrapping her arms around his waist before leaning forward to press her cheek against his chest. "I've got you," she whispers again, feeling the warmth from his body seep into hers as their skin touches.

For a long moment, they remain like this; her eyes closed and her focus on the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her ear, while he relaxes against her, feeling the warmth of her body enveloping him.

As if sensing that he's still cold, she leans back slightly, studying his face in the dim light from the hallway. Something flashes across her mind then - an idea so simple and yet so perfect that it takes her breath away. With a slow smile curving her lips, she lowers herself onto the bed beside him;

and then carefully slides under the blanket, pressing her naked body against his. The warmth from their skin blends together as they lie there, the heat between them growing with every passing second; it feels so right, so natural for them to be like this. As she wraps her arms around him again, her fingers trailing up and down his back, he moans softly into the darkness.

For a long time, they remain like this - their bodies intertwined, their hearts connected in a way that goes far beyond words or memories.

Her heart swells with happiness at his words, and she presses a kiss to the top of his head before nestling her face into the crook of his neck once more. "I love you," she whispers against his skin, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace wash over her as they lie there together in the darkness.

And for now, that's enough; it's all either of them needs. The rest will come in time - the memories, the answers, and whatever else life has waiting just around the corner.

She laughs softly against his skin before tilting her head back to meet his gaze; their eyes locked in a silent conversation that speaks volumes about the depth of their connection. And then, slowly, she presses her lips against his forehead; a tender kiss that holds all the love and adoration she feels for him deep within its core.

For a long moment, they remain like this - their eyes locked, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm.

"Sorry," she whispers, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realizes her mistake once more. With a sigh, she tilts his chin up so that their lips meet in a soft, sweet kiss; the perfect apology for all of her transgressions and a promise to always do better in the future.

As they pull apart, their eyes locked on each other's faces, she feels something shift between them; a newfound understanding and acceptance that comes with time and experience.

And as he pulls her closer, their bodies pressing together in a way that feels so right, she knows that whatever challenges lie ahead, they will face them together; stronger and more in love than ever before.

She smiles at the memory, feeling a rush of affection for him despite the confusion surrounding their past. "I'm sure you didn't mind too much," she teases, slipping an arm around his waist and giving him a squeeze before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

As they lie there together, lost in each other's embrace, the weight of the world feels lighter; more manageable now that they have this connection, this bond between them.

Her heart skips a beat at his words; the memory of him saying those three precious words to her just before they lost time washing over her like a wave. She presses another kiss to his cheek, feeling her eyes grow misty with emotion as she thinks about everything they've been through and how far they've come since then.

For now, all that matters is this moment; the warmth of his body pressed against hers, their hearts beating in perfect rhythm.

She laughs softly, feeling a surge of affection for him despite the confusion surrounding their past. "You must really like cuddling with me," she says, wrapping her other arm around his waist and pulling him even closer.

As they lie there together, lost in the comfort of each other's company, it feels as though nothing else matters; not the questions left unanswered or the challenges still ahead. For now, they have all the time in the world to just be together;

to explore this new connection between them and discover what it means to be husband and wife. And as long as they have each other, they know that everything else will fall into place.

She blinks, feeling a momentary disconnect as she realizes he's no longer thinking about their relationship but rather the practicalities of living together. "Um... I'm not sure," she says, sitting up slowly and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "I could check."

She stands up, stretching her arms above her head as she walks towards the door, feeling a sense of peace wash over her at the thought of starting this new chapter with him by her side.

As she reaches the kitchen, she glances around, taking in the empty cabinets and bare countertops. "I don't think so," she calls back to him. "We probably need to go grocery shopping sometime today." She bites her bottom lip, trying to decide how best to broach the subject of their finances with him; something tells her it won't be as easy as discussing where they keep their spare change.

Her heart sinks at his words, but she doesn't let it show on her face. "Are you sure?" she asks carefully, not wanting to come across as ungrateful or dependent.

For a moment, he just stares at her, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, he nods. "Yeah," he says quietly. "I'll go now." And with that, he slips out of the room before she can say anything else.

Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, fear gripping her chest like an icy fist. "What happened?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady despite the sudden terror that's taken hold of her.

Her world comes crashing down around her as his words sink in. "Oh my God," she whispers, sinking to the floor beside him. "Are you okay?" She reaches out, touching his arm lightly, afraid of what she might find; afraid that somehow this entire situation is too surreal to be real.

She looks up at him then, relief flooding through her when she sees that he really does seem fine; whole and unharmed. But that doesn't change the fact that someone else might not have been so lucky. "What happened?" she asks again, her voice shaking now. "Did you see them? The person on the bike?"

He looks away, his jaw tightening as he struggles to find the words.

Her stomach knots at the thought of someone else being hurt because of this; because of their fight and their refusal to communicate with each other. "Oh my God," she whispers again, covering her face with her hands as tears begin to trickle down her cheeks. She can feel her heart breaking all over again, but this time for a different reason entirely.

There's only one thing left to do now: find the person on the bike and make sure they're okay. Together.

"We need to go see him," she says, her voice trembling as she looks up at Abhi. "To make sure he's alright and to get his information so we can help pay for the damage." She swallows hard, feeling a weight settle in the pit of her stomach; a mixture of guilt and regret that threatens to overwhelm her.

"We should probably call someone too," she continues, pulling out her phone and dialing their insurance company before handing it off to him. "

Her heart stops as she listens to Abhi's side of the conversation, her stomach dropping at the realization that not only did they hurt someone, but now they might be responsible for fixing their bike too. She looks up at him, searching his face for any sign of what he plans to do; any indication as to how much this whole thing is going to cost them.

Her eyes go wide with shock, and she feels like the air has been sucked right out of the room. Five hundred dollars? That's an enormous amount of money; more than they have to their name right now. She swallows hard, feeling a wave of panic wash over her as she realizes just how much this accident might cost them both in more ways than one.

"I... I don't know what to say," she whispers, looking down at her lap. "We don't have that kind of money."

Her eyes widen as they fall on the necklace around his neck; the one he always seems to wear, no matter what they're doing or where they are. It's a simple gold chain with a small heart-shaped locket dangling from it; a locket that holds a picture of them together on their wedding day. Tears prick at her eyes as she thinks about giving up this last tangible reminder of their wedding, but she knows they don't have any other choice.

"Okay,"

she whispers, reaching out to touch his arm gently. "It's not your fault." He looks at her incredulously, and she shakes her head. "It's mine too; we both should have been more careful. We'll figure this out together, okay? And maybe once we get some money saved up, we can buy you a new one." She forces a small smile, hoping that he can see the sincerity in her words and know that she truly means it.

Her heart aches for him; for them both. But even as they face this enormous challenge together, she can't help but feel a sense of hope and determination rising within her. They will get through this; they have to. And in the end, whatever happens, they'll always have each other.

She nods, taking a deep breath to steady her nerves before looking up at him. "Thank you," she says softly, reaching out to touch his cheek. "You're the best husband a girl could ask for." And with those words, she knows they'll be okay; that no matter what life throws at them in the future, they can face it together.