IMMJ2 One Shots

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Riddhima winced as a sharp pain shot through her left shoulder. She clutched it, hoping it would subside.

A knock came on the bathroom door.

"Riddhima, are you okay?"

It was Vansh.

She lied through the pain. "Haan."

"Are you sure? Kaafi time laga rahi ho."

Was she?

She hadn't realized how long she had been in the bathroom.

She supposed it was just one of the after effects of her being shot - losing track of time.

Taking a deep breath, she composed herself.

It's okay.

She can do this.

It's just a lot of pain.

Nothing close to what she had experienced before but that's okay.

She opened the door.

Vansh was standing mere steps away.

He glanced at her clothes, and asked, "Kya hua? Change nahi karna?"

She was going to stick to her original answer, but then thought again.

She didn't have to suffer through it alone.

And Vansh was asking her how she was doing.

"Change karna hai. But bahut dard ho raha hai."

Vansh looked at her shoulder. Gesturing for her to come closer, he told her, "Dikhao mujhe."

She took a step forward, and turned so that her injured shoulder was facing him. He gently touched the bandaged gauze.

Riddhima hissed.

"Sorry." He placed his hands up placatingly. "Stitches toh teekh lag re hai."

"But pain toh phir bhi hori hai na."

"Apni medicines li?"

"Haan."

"Time lagega asar karne mein. Tum jaa kar rest kar lo."

"Aur change?"

She would have been fine sleeping with just the dress on, but the bra underneath was starting to annoy the hell out of her.

"Mein, Daadi ko bula kar aata hoon."

He took one step towards the door.

Riddhima shadowed him.

"Daadi ko bulaoge, toh ajeeb nahi lage ga?"