You Are Destined To Be Mine ✓

Shot 41

Swara's pov

I paced inside our walk-in closet worriedly while looking at the washroom door continuously. Sanskar has gone inside before half an hour after breaking the hug, without saying anything. I thought he just want to fresh up for the night but he would not take this much time normally. I am worried that he may be in pain thinking about everything and hurt himself, already he has head injury. He should not be stressed in this state.

I bit my lips nervously and went to the door. I knocked on the door.

"Sanskar! Sanskar!"

No answer.

"Sanskar, what are you still doing inside?"

Silence.

Oh God! Please, nothing should have happened to him.

"Sanskar, open the door now."

I now shouted banging the door. I called him for another minute.

After that, I heard sound from the other side. I waited for him to open the door. When he opened the door little - just enough to see his face - I got shocked seeing water dripping from his hair to his face.

"Jaan, I want to be alone for sometime.", He said in his low tone and about to close the door.

I instantly held the door and opened it with a force. He looked at me with blank gaze.

"Are you mad, Sanskar? Doctor has told not to wet your bandage. But seeing you, I think you were standing under the shower. How could you be so careless?", I shouted at him angrily, seeing him dripping from head to toe.

"I won't die because of this, Jaan. Just leave me alone for sometime."

His words made me more angry. I felt my pulse increasing quickly.

"Just shut up before I slap you Sanskar."

I spat out angrily. I grabbed his elbow in a tight grip and pulled him out.

"Jaan-"

"Just shut your mouth.", I again shouted. He then kept silent. Good or else I would really have slapped him without thinking. My heart is weighing with worry and pain seeing him hurting himself.

I am really a stupid to let him go when he was sad. I should have checked him soon.

I made him sit on the stool in the closet. I rushed to the cupboard to get towel. I don't know what should I do, I'm just gonna do what I know.

I moved back to him after taking towel and also first aid box. He is sitting simply without any care in the world. I controlled my raising anger. I could understand that he is hurting inside but that doesn't mean he should hurt him physically.

First I took a scissor after placing everything on the table behind him. I cut the bandage which was surrounded his forehead. I prayed that the injury should not be infected while my eyes teared up unknowingly. I unwrapped the wet bandage and threw it down.

I put my palm on his forehead and pushed back his hair strands, holding them on his head to take better look on the injury. He was looking at me but I didn't, I held his chin and turned his face little. I winced seeing the stitch on his side forehead. 

I controlled my tears and took some cotton to clean the water drops. After drying his injury, I took the towel and dried his hair. I used hair dryer so that both his hair and injury can dry even more easily. I could feel his constant gaze on me all the while.

I looked down to him, "Remove your shirt"

I told him in clipped tone. I made my way to his cupboard and took a dress for him to change. I then turned to go back to him. My steps halted a bit seeing him standing shirtless.