For Samayra, being a successful veterinary doctor was enough. For her parents, It wasn't.
They say, For those, who fail to find love, there's always arranged marriage.
Yeah, it's the truth but.. How do you fall in love when it's a compulsion and no...
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Ambar POV
I sat in the garden on a lazy Sunday afternoon, few days later admiring the lush green grass surrounded by the Ashoka trees with flower bushes in one corner of the house. I felt my body relax after the 'kind of a shower' that Samayra helped me with. She rinsed off my back, arms and front with some clean wet towels and mild soap avoiding my stitches.
I had washed my face nicely and she made me sit on a stool with legs in the bathtub handed me the shower head to soap and wash my lower body as she changed the bed sheets. But I decided I was sick of being in the room, so I sat on the swing letting my body absorb some sunlight from the late winter sun.
"Here." She pops up from the side with my pills and a glass of water.
"Are these some new after-shower pills?" I say teasingly.
"No, these are your after-breakfast pills which you thought you got out of because you told me, mom gave you and you told mom that I gave you." She says keeping it on my hand.
"How did you figure out?" I ask shocked at her wits and put the tablets in my mouth all at once, taking the glass of water.
"Because your medicines are till tomorrow and you have to visit the doctor." She says sitting beside me as I hand her the glass of water.
"And I just counted the number of doses left." She says while I gulp down the bitter tasting pills down my throat with the water as she takes the glass, keeping it aside.
"I should have thrown the dose in the bin or something." I groan as I feel my stomach burn as the medicines dissolve and I burp loudly.
"Yuck, I hate them..." I say hating the aftertaste in my mouth.
"How about we make a pact..." she says with a wicked smile and I turn to look at her.
"Not interested." I say knowing nothing good was coming out of it.
"You don't have to take your pills." She says in ane extremely polite way, and I narrow my eyes.
"I'm interested." I say as her smile widens with her eyes sparkling in enthusiasm.
"I need you to sign some papers..." she says.
"What papers? Can you be a little clearer because you are not making any sense right now." I complain and cock my left eyebrow.
"Let's upgrade your insurance to a very hefty one, and I'll even pay the first premium. You have to make me the only nominee and since you were injured in the line of duty, I'll get some medals on your behalf and of course lots of compensation from the government. You don't need to take the medication, the bacteria will infect your stitches and enter your blood stream. Then you will die of septicemia like Khal Drogo in Game of Thrones. I'll wear a beautiful white dress, being your widow and go on a world tour with all that money.. Let's make sure the claim is around 70 lakhs... Deal?" she says as my jaw drops open at the little rant. Words fail me as the shock dawns on me.
