Chapter 32| Caring Husband

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Period were the worse for Khushi. The first 2 days it hurt severely. She had to intake pain killers to stop the pain. By the end of 2nd day it would get much better but the first 2 days were torture for her. And as if now it seemed the pain was starting.

Meanwhile, Manish sat on his side buried in his phone. He was so concentrated that anyone would think he was doing some serious work but was he? He was sitting there was the past 20 mins buried in his phone as he searched about periods. He had discovered a lot in the past 20 mins. It seemed that every girl experienced different type of pain and symptoms.

He looked at Khushi who sat laid next to him with her left hand over her eyes while her other hand on her stomach under the blanket. he could she her bit her lips in pain while her hand would fold into a fist when the cramps worsen.

Manish:"Khushi?"

Khushi:"hmm?"

Manish:"Is it hurting?"

Khushi:(removed her hand from her eyes as her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him and nodded)"hmm"

Manish:"one min.."(He said before she watched him leave the room)

As soon as Manish left, A cry of pain left Khushi as she griped her stomach and turned to the side. She knew her pain won't stop until she took some medicine. She slowly got up as she grabbed the medicine and searched for a glass of water. Finding nothing she throw the medicine in frustration and sat on the bed clutching her stomach.

In pain, She didn't even hear Manish enter the room. Manish had came back after 5 mins with a hot water bag and a warm glass of milk. He kept the things aside as he sat next to Khushi making her realize his presence. She looked at him with her teary eyes as she wiped her tears and picked up the medicine strip thrown on the ground.

He handed the glass of milk and medicine to her as she eat the medicine and drank the milk before laying down again. He offer her the hot water bag and sat next to her on the bed. He leaned his head back on the bed rest in a sitting position while his one leg dangles off the bed and the other laid flat. He held her hand in his as he used his other hand to caress Khushi's hair. As her cramps worsen, He could feel her grip on his hands tighten. Slowly after 20 to 30 mins, The medicine started to show it's work and her pain died down.

Manish kept caressing her hair as he watched sleep take over her after the exhaustion of the cramps. He sighed as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. He stayed in the same position as Khushi's grip on his hands remained and soon enough sleep took over him as well.

Next morning..

The ringtone of Manish's phone broke his sleep. He groaned as he felt slight pain on his neck as he had slept in a slightly sitting position. He looked down to see Khushi was now turned fully towards him with her face buried in his stomach and her both hands holding onto his one hand tightly. As he stared at her peaceful sleeping figure, his phone rang again making him quickly search for it so it wouldn't disturb Khushi's sleep.

As he picked up his phone and saw 5 miss video calls from Ankit. Along with 50+ messages on the boys group chat. Manish frowned in worry as he quickly pulled out his earbuds from the bed side table and with great difficulty connected it. Apparently doing things with just one hand is lot harder then it look, but Manish couldn't risk waking Khushi up. She had been exhausted after the pain yesterday, she should get her proper rest.

Manish quickly connected the earbud and soon enough his phone rang again with another Video call from Ankit. He quickly picked it up to see a conference video call between Ankit, Kabir and him.

Ankit:"Kahan gayab ho yaar tum log!?"(He yelled frustrated as the call was connected) Translation:"Where are you both lost man!?"

Kabir:"aare yaar khane khane ka time hai toh kha raha tha. Aur tu pagal hai kya. 15 miss call! 50+ messages? tsunami aa gayi hai kya?" Translation:"It's lunch time so was having lunch. And have you gone mad or what? 15 miss call! 50+ messages. Has a Tsunami came or what?"

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