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❃ Doubt

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"Ahh!" Saransh winced as a hard sting of pain chilled up through his ankle.

His palm fisted on the side of the chair and again he touched on it. His eyes scrunched together and he creased near his ankle. It was painful due to the extra activity he did yesterday while celebrating holi.

Hearing the painful cry janvi came running in their room where her husband was sitting. Her palm slipped on his cheek as she cupped it tenderly.

"Ansh? What's wrong? Tum aise chillaye kyu? Kahi dard ho raha hain?" She asked sounding tense.

(Why did you shout? Are you hurt)

Saransh's heart trembled seeing the worry lines painted on her forehead. A lone tear slipped out from the corner of his eye due to the unbearable pain on his ankle which tensed janvi more.

"Ansh?"

"Ankle mein pain ho raha hain achanak se bohot jyada!" He told biting his lower lips in an attempt to control the pain a little bit not wanting her to worry.

(My ankle is hurting a lot)

"Wait main oil se massage kar deti hu fir tumhe thik lagega."

(Wait. Lemme massage it with an oil. You will feel better)

He nodded as janvi brought the hot oil not much but a bit. She asked saransh to sit comfortably so that she could do it properly. Once he settled back she applied oil on his ankle and gave a massage. It was giving him relief from the pain.

"Ab acha lag raha hain?"

(Are you feeling better)

"Haa! Ab better hain! Pata nahi kyu itna dukh raha tha. Shayad kal jyada idhar udhar karne ki wajah se. Ab acha lag raha hain." He said smiling at her.

(Yes! Now it's better! I don't know why it was hurting so much. Maybe because I moved around too much yesterday. Now it feels good)

Janvi stood up and hugged him from behind wrapping her arms around his neck. She pecked on his cheek as for a few minutes she had gotten scared.

Saransh tried to get up from the chair but she warned him not to.

"Kitna ghussa karti ho! Bechara pati kuch kehe raha hain usski baat suna karo jara."

(You get so angry every time. The poor husband is saying something. At least listen to him once)

"Nahi sunungi. Ab chalo bed par!"

(I won't. Now go to bed)

"Hattt! Aise khule aam ijaat lut rahi ho. Mat bhulo police officer hu main, jail mein daal dunga."

(Hatt! You're looting my dignity out in the open like this. Don't forget, I'm a police officer. I'll throw you in jail)

Janvi's cheek heated up at his double meanings. She slapped his arms glaring at him.

"Jyada nautanki mat karo, aur chalo."

(Stop these dramas, just come)

Saransh laughed and it brought a smile on her face too. He pecked on her cheek and stood up with her support. Once settling on the bed janvi gave him the medicines which he gulped down without any word.

"Tum aram karo ansh! Main thoda kaam khatam karke aati hu." She said but he held her palm and made her sit on the bed again.

(You take rest. I am coming after completing my work)