Meet Atharvaa Singhania, 27 years old, handsome, charming, and hardworking person who completed his business management from the University of London, now CEO of Singhania Industries. He loves and protective about his family.
And our female lead Khu...
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Staring at the ceiling, I try to convince myself that it's all a bad dream, and stubbornly, tried to close my eyes, hoping if I open my eyes again, I will go back to the same moment where Khushi snuggled close to me on our couch happily watching a movie. But the more I struggle to pretend that it's my mere illusion, the more it caused me to realize that it's real... It's all true.
Clutching my head, I groaned as a sudden sharp pain surged through my head. Then the ache continued, awfully pushing my resistance not to scream aloud, and ironically, at this stage, I couldn't even comprehend if this ache was because of the injury or because of the words that were ringing constantly in my ears like a loop.
So, steadying myself against the headrest of the hospital bed, throwing my head back, I shut my eyes again, wishing this torture would stop. Though sighed, after a minute, grasping that the medication they're giving for the past one hour won't reduce the excruciating pain that was induced in my chest, caused by getting hurt by the same person to who I explained my pain to.
Why It's still hurting even when I already accepted everything???...
The screech on the room door caught my attention completely, so turning my head, I watch Maa entering the room, taking a heavy breath, but her steps halted, seeing me in an unconscious state, maybe and with wobbling lips, she rushed to me in a flash.
"Guddu, how are you feeling now, Baccha??? When did you wake up??? Wait, let me inform the doctor first???" with panic that she went through clear in her voice, she rambled the question abruptly, and not hearing any of my responses, she walked out to call the doctor.
"How are you feeling now, young man???" The doctor, apparently in his sixties, with white hair, questioned me while checking my pulse and vitals.
"Better." My voice comes out like a mumble, making me realize how dry my mouth went.
"Good. Your reports are also normal so, nothing to worry about, but you should be in the hospital for another day for observation as it's a head injury. You may feel a slight headache and dizziness because of that so, I'm prescribing the medicines for a week take them precisely." He informed, checking the reports with the help of a junior doctor, I guess, and I nod as an answer.
"And where is that lady... your friend, who brought you here??? I must say, she seemed pretty shaken at that time, poor girl." He said, checking the room for her, and my gaze quickly shifted to my mom, awaiting her answer.
"She left as we're here with Atharvaa now," Maa replied with a small smile, yet I didn't miss the agitation in her voice. The doctor walked out once he explained the medication and precautions with a pat on my shoulder.
"Next time, remember me not to send your dad out for anything??? See, it's been twenty minutes that I send him to bring you some soup and light food, yet he's not here." Maa began her nervous chattering once they left the room, shuffling through the things, not meeting my gaze.
