'Mam k sath award function mein aap kyu nahi gaye sir??' she asked as she serves me the breakfast.
Flashback:-
'par baat kya hain woh toh batao Kriti?? Tum aise achanak party se kyu chale aye??' I asked her as all time she was staring outside the window car not uttering a single word.
'Mann hua isliye chali ayi' she murmurs.
I touched her thigh she removed my hand in force.
I sighed I know the reason is something else but she is not telling me.She straight away move upstairs to our room without waiting for me.
Coming inside i saw her removing the makeup and jewelleries in harsh way.
I tried to stop her with my one hand but she is not ready to listen.
'kya problem hain Kriti meri jaan?? Yeh aasu kyu ?? Agar bataogi nahi toh kaise solve hoga??' I asked tried to touch her but her next word froze me .
"Can you fix your broken leg?" she asked, looking at me with tear-filled, reddened eyes.
"Can you walk without a crutch, like me? If you can do that, then everything will be solved."
I stood there, numb, unable to process her words... I didn't know how to respond.
"Do you know how embarrassed I felt today at the party because of you? How everyone kept staring at me, doubting me? They couldn't believe that you're my husband.Mere hi colleagues mazak ura rahi thi meri"
I looked at her, my own eyes brimming with tears.
"Kriti, you know I can't walk properly without the crutch," I finally said, my voice trembling with emotion.
"Exactly! That's why I feel ashamed to take you to public places," she snapped, her voice rising.
"But you just don't understand, do you? When you struggle to walk, it's not just you who feels helpless-I have to face the embarrassment too! Do you know how humiliating it is to see people stare at us, pitying me or judging me? If you can't stop being a burden, why do you even bother going to these events?"
I stood there, numb, my eyes welling up with tears.
Flashback ends.
'Uski award function hain na?? Mein jaake kya karu bhala?? Woh waha apni kaam mein busy rahegi isliye' I said to her.
She continued staring at me like she is in a deep thought before nodding her head.
Author's POV:-
It was already 8.30 in evening and now it's time for Disha to go back home. She looked up at the stairs to see whether her sir is coming downstairs or not.
'Kya karu upar jaun?? Bina batay ghar se kaise niklu?' she murmurs asking to herself.
After five minutes she went upstairs to see the door of his room slightly open. She knocks at the door gently.
'Sir ??' she calls him but getting no response.
She tried one more time but still getting no response.
'Aise kaise andar jau bina permission k' she thought but then she slightly opens it to see he was laying on bed.
He has having specs on his eyes and slept while reading a book
'Sir ??' she calls him but he remain in responded..
She frowns seeing him shivering slightly when getting closer to him.
'Sir' she gasped as she touched his forhead only to realize it's burning hot..
'Ohh god sir apko toh tezz bukhar hain' she tries to wake him up as he murmuring incoherent words.
She got tensed not knowing what to do.
'Kya karu?? kya karu?? Itni jaldi toh doctor bhi nahi ayegi..ek kaam karu ma'am ko call karti hu ..'
She tries to call her but she is not answering the call...
'Kya karu mam bhi call utha nahi rahi'
On other hand Sahil is continue to shiver feeling extremely.
Without wasting any more time she covered him with thick blanket and giving cold strips on his forhead.
'Apko agar itna bukhar hain toh batana chahiye tha na sir' she whisper continuously giving cold strips..
But as she kept her hand on his forehead, trying to bring him some relief, he suddenly shifted, his head coming to rest on her lap.
She froze.
The softness of his hair brushed against her fingers, and she could feel the tight grip he had on the corner of her dupatta. Her heart raced. This closeness... this intimacy...
Her mind screamed at her to pull away, to put some distance between them. This was wrong. But instead, her fingers remained, instinctively stroking through the strands of his hair. She couldn't stop herself. As he slept, his face relaxed in a way that was so peaceful, so unguarded, that a strange, tender feeling swelled in her chest.
Her eyes traced the lines of his face. The thick lashes that fluttered softly with every shallow breath. The sharp curve of his nose, and the faint black mole in the corner of his lips-the rough, almost stubborn lips she had always admired from afar. The details she had never noticed before now seemed to stand out in the quiet stillness of the room.
But then, suddenly, a wave of realization crashed over her.
He was married.
His life, his heart, belonged to someone else. And here she was, so close, too close. She had crossed a line-one she should never have even considered. Her breath hitched as she quickly removed her hand from his face, feeling the coldness creep into her fingertips. Her heart raced, and her throat tightened with guilt.
'Yeh kya kar rahi ho tu, Disha?' her inner voice scolded her, a harsh reminder of the boundary she had just crossed.
"This isn't right," she whispered to herself, barely able to keep the tremble out of her voice.
"He's a married man."
But what she didn't realize, what she couldn't see, was that her heart had already crossed that boundary long before her mind could catch up. What had begun as a simple act of care, as an attempt to comfort him, had quietly evolved into something much deeper. Something that was now blossoming in the silence between them, in the weight of her unspoken emotions.
She couldn't deny it. She couldn't escape it now.
She was falling for him.
Her pulse raced as panic and guilt clashed in her chest. She quickly shifted, gently placing his head back on the pillow, her hands trembling slightly as she did so.
Her heart was pounding in her ears, each beat louder than the last. She turned away from him, but the ache in her chest wouldn't go away.
She wants to leave from her but how could she leave him all alone in this fever??
She called her maa explaining the situation..
'Par munni tu waha puri raat matlab akeli kaise rahegi ??' her mother asked her with slight hesitation.
'kya karu mein maa??? Akar bukhar utar jati toh chale ati aur yaha unk wife bhi nahi hein..' she trailed off..
'Acha thik hain par tu sabhal k rehana ..tu samaj rahi ha na mein kya bolna chah rahi hu'
She nods her head on her phone,
'Haa maa i know ..aap tension mat lijiye ..kriti mam ekbar aajane se hi mein chali aungi'
With that she hungs up the call.
She looks at him who is sleeping peacefully right now. She has already fed him paracetamol few minutes ago.
Whole night she kept sitting beside him checking him time to time with thermometer.
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