What I Always Wanted

A Sick Day

Samaira attempted to focus on the file in front of her, but a disruptive cough and a throbbing headache made it nearly impossible.

" Samaira, GO HOME!" Ishaan scolded for the 15th time.

" I'm fine! It's just some seasonal allergies!" She defended going in for another cough as Ishaan shook his head from side to side.

She pushed herself through the day, feeling worse and worse as the hours went by. Finally, at 6'oclock, she left the office saying bye to Ishaan and grabbing the file she barely made a dent on.

As Samaira sat in her car she looked around for a tissue to blow her sniffle nose. Thankfully a random restaurant napkin was in one of the pockets. She drove home, trying her best to keep her focus on the road.

As she reached the front door of her house, Samaira just wanted to collapse on her bed. She kicked off her shoes and rushed upstairs to her present heaven. As soon as she laid on her bed, her eyelids felt heavy, and sleep overtook her.

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" Sam is this how I raised you!? You are sleeping in your work clothes and ruining them!" Her mom scolded, waking her up.

" Look at your room! Is this where your bag goes!?" she continued picking up her stuff and organizing them. Samaira took her pillow and covered her ears, trying to block out her mom. Accepting defeat, she sat up, holding her head as the sudden movement caused the pounding headache to return.

" Ma! Please..." she replied, but her voice was hoarse and cracking. Her mother looked up at her and noticed that she looked pale, and her lips lost color. She sat next to Sam and felt her forehead, and she felt more than warm. Opening the nightstand drawer next to the bed, her mom searched for a thermometer.

"I am not sick, just tired!" Samaira argued, but she shut her mouth as soon as her mom raised her eyebrows.

" Open," her mom commanded; there was no winning with her mom, so she did as she was told. As expected, when the little machine beeped, the number was 102.

" You will not be moving from this bed, young lady." His mom scolded, but Samaira was more than happy to stay in bed. She could relax and watch Chopped or some Netflix.

" No TV allowed, Sam! I am taking the remote with me." her mom said as Sam slumped down in disappointment.

"I'll bring soup in a bit, so don't go back to sleep!" she warned before leaving the room.

She reached for her phone, lying on the nightstand to email Rahul about taking a sick day.

God, he is going to eat my brain when I go back!

She typed up a super generic email and scrolled mindlessly through Instagram.

I might as well be dressed for a sick day if I am going to take one.

Forcing herself out of the bed, Samaira changed out of her work clothes into a comfy pair of pajamas, put her hair up into a bun, and grabbed a cardigan to keep herself warm. She wanted to be a good daughter and listen to her mom, but her body was not complying. The bed... It just looked so lovely and comfy.

I'll just take a quick nap and wake up by the time Ma gets here! She convinced herself.

She snuggled up in her blanket and turned off the lamp next to her, entering a dream world.

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Vihaan picked up his phone to call Samaira for the umpteenth time. She had not attended his call for two days straight, but he was unaware of the reason. He did not even realize how much of a habit she has become for him till now. He missed the way she would not miss a chance to crack a joke on him and her melodious laugh that followed. As he expected, the call went to voicemail. Throwing his phone on the bed, he walked into his brother's room, hoping to find some source of entertainment. He could hear his brother whispering to someone as he stood in front of the door. He entered the room to find his brother facing towards the window, whispering into the phone. Oblivious of Vihaan's presence, he continued his conversation.

" What the hell?! Vihaan did that?!" Abhi whispered yelled into the phone, immediately grabbing his younger brother's attention.

" How could you be so indifferent, Meghana!" He scolded, but before he could say anything else, Vihaan grabbed the phone, startling his brother.

" Hello?" He spoke with urgency.

" Vihaan?" Meghana asked.

" Yes, it's me," He confirmed.

" Do you know why Samaira isn't picking the phone up? I have been calling her for two days. Is she overwhelmed with work?" He threw questions at her as he paced around the room.

" Sam has been home sick since yesterday; she caught some viral flu. If you're free today, why don't you stop by? Mom would love to see you!" She suggested.

Without wasting much time, he handed the phone back to his brother and ran out of the room. He rushed into his car without giving much heed to his messy hair or coffee-stained t-shirt. He memorized the way to her house and could practically drive there with his eyes closed.

Hey guys!

I am back! Okay, so I know I said I won't be writing this story anymore, but I am a extremely confused and confusing person! I'll continue writing What I Always Wanted and any other stories. I know this is a really short chapter. BUTTT... I am working on the next one right away! I barely get any comments and it would mean a lot if I can get your feedback!

Lots of Love!

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