Love's Redemption♡

CHAPTER - 8

"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets how much the heart can hold"
-- Zelda Fitzgerald
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5 years ago--

Vahni POV:

It's been 7 days since the vacation has started, and I haven't left the house once. Ask me why? The reason is simple. Just after I woke up in the morning after the movie night, I was feeling groggy, as if I hadn't slept at all. At first, I thought I had a stomach ache, but as the day progressed, I realized it was something more. The pain wasn't localized to my stomach; it was a dull ache that seemed to permeate every cell of my body.

As the hours ticked by, I began to feel a creeping sense of dread. It wasn't just a stomach ache; I was coming down with something. And then, the inevitable happened. I started to feel a fever creeping up on me, my body temperature rising with each passing minute. At first, it was just a low-grade fever, but as the day wore on, it intensified, leaving me shivering and weak.

Now, three days have passed, and I'm still stuck in bed, unable to muster the energy to get up. My fever has been relentless, refusing to break. I'm shivering so much that any normal person would think I need to be admitted to the hospital. My body aches all over, my head is spinning, and all I want to do is sleep. But even sleep is elusive, as my feverish brain refuses to quiet down.

I've been stuck in this never-ending cycle of fever, chills, and exhaustion for what feels like an eternity. My vacation, which was supposed to be a time of relaxation and rejuvenation, has turned into a nightmare. I'm trapped in my bed, unable to escape the clutches of this merciless illness. And as I lie here, feeling helpless and alone, I wonder when this will all end.

My friends have been absolute angels, checking in on me every day to make sure I'm doing okay. Last night was a particularly lovely surprise - Anisha and Shruti came over to my house, and we had a movie night together. It was just what the doctor ordered - a much-needed distraction from my misery. We laughed and joked, and for a few blissful hours, I forgot all about my illness.

But as the night drew to a close, and my friends said their goodbyes, I was reminded of the harsh reality of my situation. My parents have been worried sick about me, and it's clear that they're trying to put on a brave face. My mother, in particular, has been a rockstar - she's taken a leave from work to care for me, and has been nursing me back to health with her delicious homemade soups and medicines.

Speaking of which, my mother walks into my room, a warm smile on her face, and a steaming bowl of soup in her hands.

"Here, beta, drink this," she says, setting the bowl down on my bedside table. "It's your favorite chicken noodle soup - it'll help you feel better." I take a sip of the soup, and the warm, comforting liquid slides down my throat, momentarily soothing my aching body.

As my mother turns to leave, she asks me, "How are you feeling, beta? Are you doing any better today?" I force a weak smile onto my face, and lie, "Yeah, Mom, I'm feeling better than yesterday."

But the truth is, I'm not feeling better at all - I'm feeling worse. The fever is still raging, my body aches all over, and I'm exhausted. But I don't want to worry my mother, so I keep up the charade, hoping that tomorrow will be a better day.

Vihaan's thoughts are back in my mind. I remember the days when we couldn't stop talking. We'd chat for hours, and it was never enough. He could always tell when I was pretending to be okay.

He'd ask me, "What's wrong? Tell me." And I'd try to brush it off, but he'd see right through me.

He'd sit with me for hours, listening to me and making me feel better. But now, as I lie here feeling sick and alone, he hasn't even texted me once. A part of me thinks maybe he doesn't know I'm sick. But another part of me knows that's not true. If he really cared, he would have reached out by now.

After that night, he's never started a conversation with me. It's always me asking him how he's doing. And even then, his answers are short and don't feel very personal. At first, I tried to reach out to him, to get things back to the way they were. But as time went on, I started to feel like I was the only one making an effort.

I wanted to text him, to ask him how he was doing, to see if he was thinking about me. But I didn't want to seem desperate. I didn't want to be the one who was always chasing after him, always trying to get his attention.

I still think about texting him, but my pride holds me back. I want to know if he's thinking about me, if he's missing me. But I'm too scared to reach out. I'm scared of being rejected, of being ignored. So I just lie here, feeling sick and alone, wondering what could have been.

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Chapter 8 is complete!!!

My girl is sick :(
Poor baby😭

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