❝It's crazy to ask someone with a broken heart to fall in love, again.❞
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"But I―"
"Stop!" He yelled, making her flinch.
Lifting his head up, he stared at her with his bloodshot eyes, making her heart clench. He stood up, walking towards her, ma...
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8th august, 2017: New Delhi
"Rishab no!" I stumbled around the couch. Rishab smirked, from the other side of the couch. I groaned, "No ya Rishab; please, I just took a shower."
"And I should care because... " he trailed off, catching up to me and holding me by my waist as a squeal escaped my lips and his hand came in contact with my cheek, the cold dough hitting my face.
I gasped, "Rishab!"
I hit my hands on his chest, pushing him away. His laugh filled my ears as I stared at him in disbelief. But staring at his happy face, made my lips twitch, as I let out a chuckle myself.
The smile on my face almost instantly disappeared as I stared at his now lean figure. He looked sick, almost malnutritioned and it worried me. Yet, every time I asked him something about it, he would brush it off.
A sharp pain ran through my spine, making me gasp and hold my stomach as another jolt of pain ran through me.
"Rhea?"
I looked up into Rishab's worried eyes and gasped, again; another shot of pain ran through me.
"I think my water just broke." I gasped out, my breathing now heavy.
I could feel the contractions and they were not lovely.
"Shit, I'll get the things." "Quick!" I screeched out, the pain was now increasing.
I stumbled back, holding the couch and pressing my lips into a thin line, shutting my eyes tight. A screech escaped my lips as the pain increased.
"Okay, slowly Rhea, we need to walk to the car alright? Dad is driving us." I nodded, holding onto Rishab's hand and took slow steps towards the car.
As I settled into the car with great difficulty the contractions increased, "Oh shit!"
"A little longer love, just a little more. You will be fine." his lips touched my forehead, lingering for a bit as I crookedly smiled back at him. Only if I had known, that would be the last time I would've felt his touch.
I let out a quivering breath as he sat down on the seat beside the driver and dad, stumbled into the driving seat. Ma stepped in beside me and passed me a sympathetic smile, holding my hand through the journey.
