✧It all started with a slap✧
╰┈➤ 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑺𝒆𝒉𝒈𝒂𝒍
She is beautiful, smart, and an introvert who has no problem putting others in their proper places. She is selfless and compassionate and prioritises others before herself.
She is trying...
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I stirred in sleep with the feeling of heaviness on my chest. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Chandini. I could feel her face deep in my neck as she lay curled up on top of me. Her hot breath tickled my neck, making me shiver a little.
I slipped my hand inside her nightgown and touched her back; her temperature seemed to have dropped.
When we arrived home, she had already passed out in the car, and I noticed that she was feverish.
I called the doctor after bringing her inside the house as quickly as possible.
I had planned to stay up for her if she needed anything, but I had no idea when I fell asleep.
She started to wake up as I stroked her back gently. she raised her head and squinted her eyes. I smiled softly at her and gently brushed the hair from her face. She rested her forehead against mine, and I nudged her nose with mine.
"Go back to sleep, Chandini."
With a sigh, she gave a small shake of her head in denial.
"All right."
I kept rubbing her back while her face was on my neck once again. There was silence for a few minutes, and just as I was about to fall back asleep, I heard Chandini whisper my name.
"Rudra..."
I hummed and squinted my eyes open, but as soon as I saw that her eyes were getting wet, I was fully awake.
"W-what happened?" I sat up straight and asked.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, hugging me tightly but did not say anything. I sighed and kissed the top of her head, letting her cry.
"Chandini, Meri Jaan, please stop. The condition of your eyes breaks my heart, and it hurts me to see you cry."
I said this after a few minutes, and she still had not stopped crying. I hate me as the seconds pass for allowing myself to leave her there.
And it is becoming increasingly difficult because I do not know how to get her to stop.
"Ice cream? Noodles? Pizza? Aloo chaat? Momo? Or we can go out to your favourite restaurant?"
I mentioned everything she loves to eat or might want to eat in the hope of distracting her from crying.
I moved my gaze to her face and searched her eyes as she shook her head and rubbed her nose, which was turning red, as well as her face.
"Talk to me, baby. What is the problem?"
"I- I was afraid of leaving you."
She mumbles under her breath, and my eyes soften as I take her face in my palms. And I made her look into my eyes.
