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RS NEEDS TO TAKE IDEAS FROM HEREI hope she reads this and see how amazing you arelike seriously this is beautiful
Sammi meri Vaar main vaari main Vaariyan ni Sammiye.
(Sammi, now it's my turn; I declare my love and offer up my life O' Sammi)
Warning: Contains some medical terminology that might be bold.
Scene 5
Soumya had woken up to a heavy hand draped across her seminude torso; she had traced it to Harman who slept blissfully beside her. His presence near her had made her smile, his rhythmic breathing lulling her to a world of peace. Her eyes had traced his handsome features that angular nose, those cupid lips and the closed eyes which when open could create havoc on her senses. Smiling she had gently pulled herself away from him only to discover herself in the lacy lingerie, a slow blush creeping across her face in reminiscence of the passionate moments spent with Harman. Bending forward she had planted a soft kiss on his broad forehead and had tucked him in before going to freshen up herself. During breakfast Harman had suggested they take a tour through London itself, there was so much that he had read about in his textbooks and had longed to view with his own eyes, moreover he wanted Soumya to sightsee before she was confined to the hospital. Soumya had happily agreed, donning on a crimson cashmere sweater with fitted black jeans she looked pretty as a picture. Harman had been taken aback as she stepped in the living room adjusting the straps to her handbag. He was surprised at himself that even after 6 months he had yet to believe that this gorgeous being was his wife and he in all actuality had every right on her. Looking at her nude face he had suggested she apply maroon lipstick to which she had smiled and complied, the simple act rendering her breath taking.
The rest of the day had passed in happy oblivion, Harman had taken her to The London Eye and it was there that he realized she was afraid of heights. Her eyes clenched shut she had his jacket in a vice like grip making him smile. "Soumya agar aankein nahin khologi to dikheyga kaisey?" he had asked teasingly. "Harman jee mujhey darr lag raha hai" she had explained burrowing her face in his chest. "Merey hotey huey bhi?" he had countered making her open her eyes and gaze at him. Braving her fears she had peeked at London spread out in front of them a tessellation of bricks and wood. The Thames flowed peacefully far below, Harman had kept her in his protective hold and she had finally managed to enjoy the scenic view with him. Him being there had her greatly comforted and she had smiled in happiness "Kitna acha hai na" she had exclaimed later making Harman shake his head at her childish delight. Harman had taken her to The Westminister Abbey and she had been spellbound at the opulence and magnificence, the towering ceiling, the rows of pews, the gold leafed structures and the stained glass windows had her all baffled. Soumya stood stunned she had never been exposed to such works of art and had found it hard to drink it all in. Watching her stand in a shocked silence had prompted Harman to maintain his own, he wanted her to drown in the novelty and then float on her own. She needed this, something starkly different to her own experiences. Much later as they strolled through Hyde Park she had hugged him in mute happiness, he had introduced her to a whole new world and she feared words would fall short as expression. Harman had lifted her face to see tears sparkling in her innocent eyes and he had understood, assiduously kissing her closed eyelids. Soumya had retired to bed that night in a peaceful sleep leaving Harman wide awake the fears of the impending doctor's visit rendering him an insomniac.
Malanie: "So Mr. and Mrs. Singh how have you been?"
Harman: "Fine thanks", his palms sweating his face though a blank slate.
Melanie: "We have good news and bad news Mr. Singh which one would you want first?" She sifted through a sheaf of papers clicking her computer and opening Soumya's folder open.
Harman: "Let's deal with the bad first..." Drawing in a restless breath smiling at Soumya as long as he remained calm she would too he knew that all too well.
Melanie had clicked on the photographs she had taken earlier "So as you can see Mr. Singh this is your wife's genital condition at the moment. She happens to have XY chromosomes. I wouldn't officially diagnose her with intersex condition, in this case. The best I could get is gonadal dysgenesis, which is a fancy way of saying that her gonads (would-be ovaries or testes in the womb) never developed into anything. She started with an XY chromosome set, but because those gonads didn't develop and produced no hormones, her body kept the Y chromosome but just didn't develop male parts. So her body stuck along the default path of looking fully female on the outside, but having no functional female reproductive parts on the inside. Also her vaginal orifice is sealed shut and it will need to be operated on." The computer had displayed picture after picture of Soumya's nether parts. Soumya sat mute unable to decipher the talk yet a gnawing feeling growing in her belly, was she not capable of being healed at all.
Melanie: "She won't be able to bear any children of her own, also there are no chances of her producing any eggs for fertilization purposes either" Melanie had bombed him with one news flash after the other. Harman sat stoned; he knew all that in fact he had expected far bitter news. Harman had gripped the edge of his steel chair in misery but he remained vigilant praying for a miracle.
Melanie: "Ready for the good news?" she had smiled.
Harman: "Is there any?" color returning to his face.
Melanie: "Oh yeah" she had laughed making a terrified Soumya smile.
"All is not lost Mr. Singh... Since this is a partial effect of the condition there are certain things we can do to make things work in your favor." She was now clicking on a new set of photos intriguing Harman. "Now since Soumya's gonads cannot make estrogen, her breasts will not grow fully nor can she menstruate until she is given estrogen. But she can do that alright!!!! Also since her gonads cannot make progesterone, her menstrual periods will not be predictable until she is given a progestin, usually as a pill so that is kind of sorted. However she does have a uterus but no ovaries so she may be able to become pregnant by implantation of another woman's fertilized egg (embryo transfer)."
She had rattled on a list of things they could or could not do but for Harman the fact that Soumya might just be able to carry his child had been the point where his head had fallen in his hands in relief. Soumya who sat astutely through the conversation had turned to look at him in shock. "Harman jee" she had exclaimed her hands tracing his face with love. "Kiya hua Harman jee... Aap theek to haina?" she was close to tears, her fears elevated. What Melanie and Soumya had not expected was for Harman to envelop Soumya in a bone crushing hug. "Sab theek ho jayega Soumya... Ab sab theek ho jayega" he had whispered afraid that if he let her go she might just disappear into thin air. Soumya who had been expecting the worst had cried tears of joy, was there really a chance she might be able to give him all the happiness he deserved.
Melanie had let them revel in their happiness passing them her tissue box beaming at the happy couple, yes it would be a long time till things got all sorted but hey who said they couldn't celebrate. It had been decided that Soumya would have to undergo a minor surgery to remove the skin covering her vaginal orifice, since everything on the inside had been deemed fine nothing else would be required. Melanie had jotted down some estrogen cream and progestin pills to get Soumya started on the treatment immediately. Harman couldn't believe his luck all his fears of Soumya having to go through a major reconstruction vaginoplasty surgery were dispelled. He felt light as a feather, even though Soumya still had to undergo surgery it would be minor and as Harman had desperately hoped painless. Melanie had given them a week's time for the operation date till then she wanted to monitor Soumya's response to the medication.
A week had flown by in the blink of an eye; Melanie had been pleased with Soumya's bodily response to the medication. There had been no side effects which meant it was working well. Everything had been smooth so far and Harman prayed would remain so further too. Finally the day for the surgery arrived Harman had been petrified to see his Soumya being wheeled in Aryan and Suhana had both accompanied him for moral support. Even though the operation was minor it took a while for Melanie and Dr. Baker to emerge from the OT. They bore good tidings, the operation had been a success and henceforth Soumya would look like an ordinary woman. Harman had entered Soumya's room to see her peacefully sedated, tubes sticking out of her arms and a steady beeping of the electrocardiograph monitor breaking the eerie silence of the room. He had shuffled to her and settled in one of the chairs near her bed, taking her free arm he had held it close to his lips "I'm so sorry Soumya" he had whispered "Meri wajah sey kitni takleef utha rahi ho tum." The mere fact that Soumya had to undergo surgery to satiate his carnal desires was killing him. His mind had drifted to their conversation the previous night.
Harman who had been feeling despondent that evening had after dinner gone to stand in front of the open windows of their bedroom staring at the cloudless and starless London sky. Soumya who had finished taking care of the chores had found him lost in his troubled thoughts.
Soumya: "Harman jee pareshan hain?" her arms had gone around his own her head resting on his shoulder.
Harman: "Main kya karun tumhain takleef ho main bardasht nahin ker sakta" he had sighed softly enlightening her on his predicament. "Meri wajah sey Soumya.." but she had shushed him immediately.
Soumya: "Harman jee sirf aap key liye to nahin, meri apni khushian bhi to juri hain na iss sey.." her eyes had roved over his stricken form... "Aap nahin jaantey Harman jee bachpan sey mera yehi to sapna tha keh kaash koi chamatkaar ho jaye aur main bhi eik aurat ki tarah..." she had been rendered speechless assailed with all her bitter memories then. Her father and grandmother's hatred, her mother's fears of her being taken away from her and finally her demise. How Soumya's heart wept to think that now when things had finally started to look better her mother breathed no more.
Harman had enveloped her in a cocooning hug making Soumya realize her world resided between his arms. The warmth it provided and the protection she felt when wrapped in his arms was irreplaceable, he was her pillar of strength, the reason to breathe and now to feel alive.
Harman had placed tender kisses on her ears, hair and finally forehead, "Please mat ro" he had requested rubbing her arms gently and she had complied.
Harman: "Tum roti ho na Soumya to dard hota hai mujhey" he had professed love etched in his eyes, she had no idea how deeply and possessively he loved her with every fiber in his being.
Soumya had simply shaken her head at him and had stood on tip toe her lips grazing against his making him break all barriers with that one act. All thoughts of the hospital and operation flung far away from his mind. His lips had worked wonders against hers enticing her to join in and she had readily given in to his demanding caresses, his tongue pushing open her mouth for further access his arms crushing her to him. Soumya's hands had traveled up his back and were entangled in his silken crop pulling him to her in a breathless need. Soumya had invoked senses in him he had never felt, he had never known desire as it pulsed through him like a swift electric pull. He had not known how long he had stood with her imprisoned in his hold but by the end of it she had collapsed in his arms and he had held her to his heart listening to her labored breathing laughing silently. He wondered how it would be if they ever ended up uniting body and soul in its truest sense. "Qayamat" his mind had suggested and he had assented picking her up in his arms, tomorrow was yet to pass.
Originally posted by: Kashish_shine
will read now. Then will comment. comment will come with a jet speed
omg just now reading all parts one by one
i missed this FF except first part
thanks soul for pm
2nd part completed just now
it was passionate nd emotional
dont have words to express
harman showing her feel of love
u beautifuuly described it
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