Naveen's POV -
"Aah-ow!" I yelped as I gingerly applied ointment to my legs. Suddenly, the door swung open with Aahan and a SWAT TEAM OF DOCTORS storming in. Did someone declare a medical emergency?!
"What happened, bro?" Aahan barged in, followed by the medical entourage.
"Doc parade, really?" I muttered, raising an eyebrow at Aahan.
"Bro, you're hurt!" he exclaimed, looking genuinely concerned.
"Well, if you had just come to help, it'd be... AH!" I howled in agony as the doctor plucked out a piece of glass.
"HEY, GENTLY!" Aahan scolded the doctor, wincing in sympathy.
After 15 mins -
"The wound's all good now, just keep the bandage on for a couple of hours," the doctor advised before making his grand exit.
"Tujhe kaise pata chala?" I quizzed Aahan as he returned after seeing the doctor off.
"Intuition," he declared, plopping down beside me.
"Kya?" I blinked, utterly baffled.
"Main just uthake paani pee raha tha, jab mujhe ek intution aayi ki tujhe shayad lagi hai. Toh main apni car keys lene ke liye utha, jab mujhe ek aur intution aayi ki agar thoda jyada laga hoga toh? " Aahan explained dramatically.
"And what did this divine intuition reveal?" I leaned in, intrigued.
"It whispered, 'If it's really bad, take the doctor along.' But then my intuition squared up and was like, 'No, no, if it's super bad, gather the entire medical squad.' So, here we are," he concluded, taking a swig of juice.
"Is your intuition's name Isabelle by any chance?" I quipped, watching him nearly choke on his drink.
"Chal thoda flashback mein jate hai" I suggested.
Flashback -
Author's POV -
"Isa?" Aahan wondered why she was calling at this hour.
"Hello?" Aahan answered.
"Aahan, listen. Naveen ji, he's really badly hurt. There's glass stuck in his foot," Isabelle's voice trembled over the phone.
"What? Wait, I'm going to him right now," Aahan said urgently, grabbing his car keys in a frenzy.
"Take a doctor with you," Isabelle insisted.
"Yeah, okay," Aahan agreed, his mind spinning with worry.
"No, wait, make it a doctor parade!" Isabelle blurted out before hanging up, leaving Aahan in a state of panic.
"Yehi hua tha na?" I asked as Aahan nodded.
"Vaise! Aaj party mein jaye kya?" asked Aahan.
"Kyu be? Teri shaadi hai kya?" Naveen shot back, earning a chuckle from Aahan.
"Voh toh teri behen ko propose karne ke baad hogi na." Aahan teased, earning himself a fierce glare from Naveen.
"Okay, but on a serious note, I think we should definitely go to the party," Aahan chimed in, his expression suddenly earnest.
"Whose party is it?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
"It's your Italian investors', remember? They've extended a special invitation to you. Their PA came over with the invite," Aahan explained, excitement flickering in his eyes.
YOU ARE READING
His Precious Iris
RomanceNAVEEN AGNIHOTRI In a world where love and destiny collide, Naveen, a successful 28-year-old Diamond Merchant, is on a quest to find his soulmate and start a family. But when the depths of his heart lead him to a choice between light and shadow, he...
