My Great Bollywood Romance [Completed]

Chapter 30: It's In Minnesota

Chapter 30: It's In Minnesota

The recovery period took three and a half months with strict diet control, exercise, medicine, and yoga. My mother only allowed me to visit the office three times during that time. She didn't want any kind of pressure on my head.

If I thought she was terrible, Jash was worse.

He supported her and reminded to take my medicine, drink a cup of water every hour, and hit the gym with him. Saloni and Rushil fully supported him.

His care for me made my parents at ease. When I showed my dad the necklace Jash's grandmother had given me, he wholeheartedly accepted Jash as his future son-in-law. Mom spent every moment boasting about how she was glad her future son-in-law was a doctor. The kids were going to be "extremely beautiful and intelligent."

Jash and I hadn't even touched the topic of marriage.

I suspected it was because he didn't want to put any pressure on me yet.

Once I was mostly fine, the doctor told me I had continue my exercise and clean diet regimen the rest of my life if I wanted my body to work the way it was supposed to. This meant, Jash, Saloni, Rushil, and I spent and hour at the gym six days a week.

A week after I met the doctor for the final time this year, Jash pulled me aside in the gym. Rushil and Saloni were almost finished their workouts. Jash and I completed our routines early.

"I wanted to talk to you," Jash said nervously.

Both of us had gotten closer and spent more time together. He still scared me with his word choice sometimes. For some reason, I had a fear he'd grow tired of me like Rushil. I feared he'd come up to me and say he was leaving me because he fell in love with another girl.

Saloni had assured me numerous times that Jash liked me since high school. Even Jash had no problem telling me he loved me. I just had a hard time accepting that fact.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

I prayed the beads of sweat on his forehead were only from his workout. I did not want him to break up with me.

"Nothing's wrong," he assured. "My mom wanted to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night."

I hadn't met his mother for more than five minutes since my injury. She had dropped by to see me but I wasn't exactly allowed out of the house except for gym. My mother wanted me to heal completely.

Jash had told me once I was fine he'd take me to meet his family. The thought of meeting his family almost gave me a panic.

"Yeah sure," I said with a forced smile.

"If you don't want to come over this week, I can ask mom to—"

"Tomorrow evening is fine," I interjected. I might as well get it over with tomorrow than anticipate it for a week. Now, I knew how Jash felt every time he met my parents.

"You don't look happy," he said a lowered voice.

"I am happy," I told him. He wanted me to meet his family. Why wouldn't I be happy? "It's just I don't know if they'll like me. They still only know me as the girl who broke their window, or the girl who had a brain hemorrhage almost four months ago."

He took my hand. "They only know you as the girl their son absolutely loves."

"What if they hate me?"

He chuckled. "They don't. Grandma already told them I can't be with anyone but you."

I smiled.

He poked my dimples which seemed to have become a habit for him.