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My alarm went off, and I scrunched my eyes shut, not wanting to wake up. I quickly turned it off, pulled the duvet over me, and tried to go back to sleep.
But that alarm had already ruined my peaceful sleep, so I reluctantly got up, feeling frustrated and wishing I could throw it out the window. It was only 5:30 a.m.
After freshening up, I sat down to study, but I wasn’t feeling well. I managed to study for just two hours before collapsing back into bed.
It was 8 a.m., and since it was the weekend, everyone else was planning to sleep in.
It had been a week since we returned from Lucknow, and since then, I’d been suffering from a fever.
Traveling never seems to agree with me, every time I go somewhere, I ended up sick.
Just my immune system just doesn’t know how to fight.
I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts.
I wrapped a shawl around myself, feeling the fever still hanging and headed to the kitchen, where I found my mom.
“Are you up, Ruhii?” she asked, walking over and placing her hand on my forehead.
“Good morning,” I said, and she replied with a “morning.”
“Your fever is not there, but you have to complete the medication course. Come eat breakfast, and then I’ll give you some medicine,” she said while kneading dough.
I got up and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her.
I always cling to my mom like a koala when I’m sick-i just want to hide in mumma’s dupatta, like a baby kangaroo with its mother.
Fever makes me so cranky, and to add insult to dukhi katha, my periods just decided to show up during this lovely time-thanks for the timing?
(Sad story)
I swear, fever and periods together are a nightmare, it’s like I’m a living corpse.
I hate feeling like this.
I stood there hugging her, seeking comfort.
“Ruhii, what’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing much. My head is pounding, my throat is itchy and hurts, my limbs feel heavy, and I just feel so frustrated. My eyelids are so heavy, my abdomen is hurting very badly” I blurted out.
She turned to me, made me sit down, and served me breakfast.
“Eat this, and I’ll make you a kadha, it’ll help your throat and warm you up,” she said, offering me a morsel.
“Eww, why kadha? I’m already taking those bitter medicines,” I pouted, not liking the idea.
“Ruhii, don’t throw tantrums. If you don’t drink it, I’ll make you,” she said, pointing a morsel toward my mouth.
I reluctantly opened my mouth and ate.
But I really didn’t like it. The fever had dulled my taste buds, and I couldn’t even tell what I was eating. I had asked my mom to make paneer paratha because I was craving it, but now everything tasted bland.
I sighed.
“Is it tasting bad?,” my mumma asked to which I shook my head and ate another bite.
Looking at my mom, she kept feeding me.
My mom is strict, just like my dad, but when I’m sick, they both panic. They took two days off to take care of me. Sometimes, I wish I could be sick all the time just to get their attention, but nevermind.
I finished breakfast and tried to avoid the kadha again, but my mom knew just how to make me drink it.
She literally made me drink it right in front of her.
After taking my medicine, I went back to bed. I missed school, it felt so boring.
I tossed and turned, but nothing helped.
My mind wandered to the last night in Lucknow, and a silly smile crept across my face.
The way he cares for me and offers his comfort creates a sense of serenity and peace. It’s the reassurance I truly needed.
It’s hard to admit how much I care, especially as someone who usually keeps everything inside. I never thought I’d cry over someone, but when he started avoiding me, it hit me like a wave.
I felt hurt and confused, wondering if he saw me as just a “cry girl.”
I can’t help but overthink everything. Did I say something wrong? Was I too emotional? Each unanswered question made me question myself more. The silence felt heavy, and I started blaming myself for his distance, because my mind can’t keep silent always thinking about way ahead of everything.
I want to reach out and ask what’s wrong, but I’m terrified of being hurt. Instead, I retreat into my thoughts, where the “what ifs” swirl around endlessly.
My heart feels too weak to understand anything, and I couldn’t control the tears that came when I was standing in front of him.
Especially him.
I crave connection, but still it feels so risky.
I don’t want to be left feeling alone and lost, wondering why it’s so hard to express what I feel.
Then his words echoed in my mind: “What you’re thinking isn’t true. You bring me peace in ways you can’t imagine. You’re not annoying at all, I actually find comfort in our conversations. Your voice calms my mind, and just being around you makes everything feel right. Please don’t think anything bad about yourself, you light up my days.”
I didn’t know if he really meant those words or if he just said them in the moment, but he touched my heart in a way no one ever had before.
It was as if he understood me in a way that made me feel valued and seen. That connection was something I had never experienced before, and it left me feeling both excited and a bit confused.
I won’t lie, I’ve developed a little attachment to Vihaan.
But since we returned from Lucknow, he has been acting strangely.
I sat up in bed, thinking about how he’s been so sweet lately-too sweet, in fact.
His flirting has reached a whole new level, and it makes my cheeks heat up. I tried to avoid the feelings, but it was difficult.
I decided to focus on my studies to distract myself from everything. I was only half an hour into studying when I heard a knock at the door.
My mom and dad wouldn’t knock, and my brother doesn’t know how to knock.
Before I could get up, the door swung open, revealing him.
Is it true that when you think about someone, they show up?
He peeked his head inside and flashed his million-dollar smile.
“Hi, Ruh,” he said, stepping in.
I tried to ignore my feelings and replied, “Hello.”
“Can I come in?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes at him and replied, “Aap already andar aa chuke hai, Mr. Raichand.”
(You’re already inside, Mr. Raichand)
He realised but just nodded, then sat beside me.
He checked my forehead with his back hand, his cool hand contrasting against my warm skin. Every time he touched me, I felt a tingle run down my spine. His touch brought a unique sensation that made me feel calm and almost like I was melting.
“How’s your fever? Are you feeling better? Did you take your medicine and eat?” he asked, firing off questions.
Okay, get ready for the Viva, Ruhanika.
“Vihaan, calm down. To your first question, I’m better. I took my medicine and had my food.”
He relaxed a little at that.
I hadn’t even noticed how close he was sitting. I shifted a bit to give him more room. A like shamelessly he shifted more close to me, not giving space for air.
“How did you get a fever?” he asked, asking the most pointless question.
I smiled tightly and replied, “Actually, I invited the fever to come spend time with me.”
“Tsk, why invite the fever? You should have invited me instead, I would have come to you the moment you called,” he said mischievously.
He knows how to twist my words.
“Why are you here, anyway?” I asked, closing my book and sitting up straight.
“Can’t I come to see you?” he said, fluttering his eyelashes.
“No.”
He looked at me, huffed, and said, “That’s so rude of you.”
I chuckled at his reaction.
“By the way, did you forgive me, Ruh?” he asked, shaking his legs nervously.
He looked at me with those beautiful eyes that drew me in.
“I forgave you that day,” I said softly, and he looked shocked.
“Sachii?” (Really?) he asked like a exciting kid, and I nodded.
Then he pulled something out of his bag and handed it to me.
I took it and saw that it was a set of notes covering everything I had missed during the week.
“I prepared these notes for you so you could study. And here’s the math worksheet that the teacher distributed, I had collected for you also,” he explained.
“Did you really write these notes for me?” I asked, surprised.
He nodded innocently.
“You shouldn’t have gone through all that trouble. I could have managed…”
He interrupted me, “I wanted to do this for you, only for you.”
And once again, my heart skipped a beat.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling grateful.
We sat in silence for a while, neither of us saying a word.
Then, he suddenly asked, “Ruh, Do you know how to play guitar?” while pointing to the guitar sitting on top of the cupboard.
I sighed and replied, “I used to play a few years back but I stopped playing after I came in 6th grade.”
“Why?” he asked curiously.
I didn’t reply and shrugged my shoulders, and he nodded, as if understanding.
“Oh no, I forgot something!” he exclaimed, standing up.
“Wait here, Ruh. I have something for you.” He opened the gate and dashed downstairs.
I wondered what he was going to bring. Within a minute, I heard the sound of the door opening, and he returned with his hands behind his back. I tried to peek, but he wouldn’t let me.
Finally, he revealed a bunch of flowers.
White Orchids!
“Pyaare pyaare phool for the most beautiful,” he said in a delightfully cheesy tone.
I raised my eyebrows and smiled, “What a cheesy way to comfort a sick person”
He chuckled softly.
I took the flowers and inhaled their fragrance, which instantly lifted my spirits.
I was drawn to its beauty, feeling like it was special, just like I wanted to be.
Orchids was always has effect which can attract me.
It reminds me that good things take time. Orchids are tough, too. They can thrive in difficult conditions, and I admire that strength.
They teach me to be patient and keep working toward my goals, even when things don’t happen quickly.
Wait.
Did he actually remember my favorite flowers?
A smile spread across my face, but then I noticed they also smelled like lilies.
“Why do they smell like lilies?” I asked, gently touching the soft petals.
“Ah, I actually gave lilies to your mother, that’s why,” he said, shrugging.
“Lilies for my mumma?” I asked, surprised, and he nodded.
Hain, but why?
“Well, I was buying your favorite flowers for you, but it won’t look nice to give you flowers in front of your family, so I decided to give flowers to your mom…..And, after all, I have a reputation to maintain,” he explained sheepishly.
Oh, okay, I understand.
“But what reputation?” I asked, noticing his cheeks turning pink.
What kind of reputation he had to maintain?
He is definitely a unique species of chimpanzee.
He spent the next two hours with me, filling the space with his amusing stories and silly jokes.
To be honest, I really enjoyed his company. He talked so freely, while I mostly listened.
I’m not much of a talker, but I could listen to him forever.
When it was time for him to leave, he walked to the door and said bye.
“Ruh, get well soon. I am missing you,” he said before closing the door.
What?
Did he just say he missed me?
A silly smile spread across my face, and I felt my cheeks flush.
He really said he missed me.
I covered my face with my palms, trying to hold back my giggles.
Just then, the door creaked open again.
He peeked in, and I quickly composed myself. “You are looking beautiful,” he said before shutting the door again.
Hain!
Am I really looking beautiful?
I am in my nightdress, wrapped in a shawl like a burrito, with my hair tied messily almost looking like a broom-definitely not a pretty sight.
From which angle did he find me beautiful?
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.
Am I really looking beautiful?
I rolled my eyes.
Huh, he must need to check his eyesight.
But then I saw my reflection again.
May be he is right.
β’β’β’β’β’
I had a study session because I need to clear a lot of backlogs.
I made my bed when my dad walked in. He checked my temperature and brought me a plate of food.
He sat on the bed while I sat on the edge.
“Ruhii, eat your food,” he said, handing me the plate.
“Where’s mumma?” I asked as I took the plate.
“There was a call from the hospital, a patient needs her, so she went,” he said, his face remains stoic.
“Ruhii, please eat your food and take your meds,” he insisted. I pouted because I didn’t like the food, it was just green veggies.
I wasn’t in the mood to eat healthy.
“Ruhii, what’s wrong? Don’t you like it? Do you want something else?” Dad asked.
I looked up but didn’t respond. He always reminded me to eat healthy, but I wasn’t feeling it today.
I shook my head, and he sighed, then chuckled.
I looked up to him, It’s rare to see my dad laugh, he usually has a serious face.
“Okay, if you finish your food, I’ll bake cheesecake. I know your taste buds are dull because of the fever,” he said, gently patting my head.
I didn’t say anything, but a smile appeared on my face.
After dinner, Dad baked the cheesecake while I sat quietly on the kitchen counter.
I remembered a cute childhood memory from when I was five. Dad was baking my birthday cake, and it was the best birthday ever. I laughed remembering how he almost burned the cake, and we ended up ordering from a bakery.
“Ruhii, please take care of your health. You know how your immune system is, right? Please eat healthy food, I can’t see you sick,” he said, caressing my head.
My parents are always worried about my health. My brother was always healthy, but I got sick often as a child, causing them a lot of trouble.
I nodded a little and realized Dad’s baking skills had improved.
“Enjoy your cheesecake,” he said.
“Won’t you have any?” I asked.
“If mumma finds out I had something sweet, she’ll kill me,” he replied while chuckling, taking off his apron.
“It’s really tasty,” I said, giving a thumbs up.
He smiled and went to call mumma to update her.
I was enjoying my cheesecake when my brother walked into the kitchen.
“Huff, I’m so tired today,” he said.
“When did you come back?” I asked, stuffing my mouth with cheesecake.
“One hour ago,” he replied.
“Wait, did you order cheesecake?” he asked, looking curious.
“Dad baked it,” I said, savoring another bite.
“Ruhii, can I have a bite?” he pleaded.
“No.”
“Ruhii, I always share with you!” he said, and I rolled my eyes.
But I eventually passed him the cheesecake. He was about to take half of it when I pulled my plate away.
“Just one bite.”
“So mean of you!” he said.
“If you want it, have one bite, or leave!” I replied.
He took a bite.
If it were another day, I might have shared more, but not today, my mood swings were in full effect in night.
I continued eating my cake while he reheated his food and sat at the table. Then I noticed something unusual.
“Bhai?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“Why is there a red mark on your neck?” I said, pointing to his neck, and he immediately started coughing.
I went to him, rubbed his back, and gave him some water.
“What are you talking about?” he said, covering the mark.
“That red mark?” I said, pointing again.
His cheeks turned pink.
Wait…
Damn my brother is not innocent anymore?
“Ruhii, it’s just-” he started, but I cut him off.
“Don’t give me that excuse about it being a mosquito bite. I know what it is!” I said, sitting in front of him.
He gulped and I pressed on.
“Are you dating someone? Who is she? Do I know her?”
“Ahh, Ruhii-“
“Caught you! So when did you start dating?” I teased, wiggling my eyebrows as he blushed deeper.
“Who’s the pretty girl making my brother blush just thinking about her?” I asked, and he covered his face with his hands.
“Stop! I’m going to my room,” he said, taking my food.
I laughed loudly.
“Ruhii, don’t tell anyone about this,” he said, and I nodded.
“And stop reading those romance books! Your mind is getting corrupt,” he added, rolling his eyes.
“I can’t stop reading those books, and will definitely find out about my future bhabhi “, I replied crossing my arms and a teasing smile plastered on my face.
Gosh his face turned into red tomato.
I burst into laughing.
I went to my room and noticed the orchids.
I turned off all the lights except for the fairy lights I had decorated. I opened the window, letting in fresh air, and watched the petals of orchids dance in the breeze.
Looks like he’s becoming a habit of mine.
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Finally Chapter 27…!
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