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Chapter 30 - I will protect you, Gowthami

Rajeev lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, the remnants of Gowthami's dream playing over and over in his mind. The vivid description of the chase, the menacing hound, and the mysterious rider haunted his thoughts. He turned restlessly, the moonlight casting long shadows across the room, but sleep eluded him.

Gowthami's terror was palpable. Someone had been chasing her, which meant she was in danger. The realization hit Rajeev like a cold splash of water. He had been so focused on piecing together her past, on finding out where she came from and who she might belong to, that he hadn't fully considered the possibility that whoever was chasing her might still be out there, searching for her.

He sat up, running a hand through his hair. The responsibility he felt towards Gowthami weighed heavily on him. She was more than just a patient now; she had become a part of his life. The villagers, accepting as they were, had embraced her presence in his home, trusting his judgment. But Rajeev knew he had to do more than just provide her with shelter and care. He had to protect her.

For a moment, he considered halting his search into her past. If someone was after her, then delving too deep might draw unwanted attention. Yet, he couldn't shake the thought that someone who cared for Gowthami might also be looking for her, desperate to bring her back to safety.

Confusion and uncertainty gnawed at him. The stakes were high, and the line between danger and safety was thin. He wanted to shield her from any potential threats, but he also wanted to ensure that she was truly safe, that she could have a chance to reclaim her lost identity if she wished.

Rajeev sighed, the weight of his decisions pressing down on him. He looked towards Gowthami's room, where she was now sleeping peacefully after the nightmare. He knew one thing for certain: whatever lay ahead, he would stand by her. He couldn't let fear paralyze him, but he had to be smart, cautious.

"I will protect you, Gowthami," he whispered to himself, a steely resolve forming within him. "No matter what it takes, I'll keep you safe."

With that vow, he finally lay back down, his mind still racing but now with a clearer sense of purpose. He had no easy answers, but he had a direction. And as he drifted off into a fitful sleep, he held onto the conviction that he would face whatever came, head-on, to protect the woman who had become so unexpectedly important to him.

Rajeev couldn't forget the first time he saw Gowthami in the forest. She lay there, battered and unconscious, yet even in her vulnerable state, her beauty struck him like a thunderbolt. Her emerald-green eyes, though closed at the time, seemed to shimmer with a depth that hinted at untold stories. Her long, dark hair cascaded around her like a silken veil, and her skin, pale and delicate, bore the marks of her recent ordeal. In that moment, she looked like a fallen angel, a vision of ethereal beauty amidst the wild chaos of the jungle.

As a doctor, his first instinct had been to save her. He had carried her back to his clinic, tended to her wounds, and watched over her with a protective diligence. But as the days turned into weeks, his feelings for her grew deeper, more complex. He found himself drawn to her not just out of professional duty, but out of a burgeoning love that he struggled to keep in check.

Rajeev would often find himself watching her when she wasn't looking, his heart swelling with emotions he could scarcely understand. The way she smiled, the sound of her laughter, even the thoughtful expressions she wore when lost in her fragmented memories—all of it captivated him. Yet, he was painfully aware of the delicate situation they were in. Gowthami had lost her memories, her past a blank slate that could hold any number of secrets, including possibly another person who loved her.

This uncertainty gnawed at him. Rajeev was a man of science, used to diagnosing and solving problems with precision and clarity. But matters of the heart were far less straightforward. He didn't know who Gowthami had been before she appeared in his life, and the thought that she might belong to someone else in her past was a constant torment.

Every time his hand accidentally brushed hers, or their eyes met for a lingering moment too long, he forced himself to pull back, to remind himself of the ethical boundaries he needed to maintain. He couldn't allow his feelings to cloud his judgment or his duty as her doctor. She needed his help, his care, not his unspoken desires complicating her already tumultuous situation.

Yet, despite his best efforts, Rajeev found it increasingly difficult to suppress his emotions. The nights were the hardest. When the clinic was quiet and the world outside had settled into its nocturnal rhythm, he would lie awake, haunted by thoughts of Gowthami. He imagined a future where she remembered everything, where they could laugh and talk without the shadow of her lost past hanging over them. But he also feared a future where she remembered another love, another life that had no place for him.

Rajeev sighed, running a hand through his hair as he sat at his desk, his medical texts open but unread before him. His thoughts were consumed by Gowthami, and he knew he was fighting a losing battle against his heart. He promised himself that no matter what, he would stand by her, support her in her journey to reclaim her memories, even if it meant he had to watch her walk away to a life he could never be part of.

For now, he would be her doctor, her protector. And he would cherish the moments they shared, however fleeting they might be, knowing that he had done everything in his power to help the woman who had captured his heart.