DEFINED HIS (IMMERGED HIS BOOK SERIES #3)

31. Fallen.

~to now, till infinity~

ADAH,

I ran over towards him. And sat down on my knees, taking his head up, while I screamed my name. The medical helper on the plane running our way while he checked his pulse.

And sat back down, running over towards the door, picking up things and feeding him the pills, I confused for what was happening and what was he doing. After a while they shifted him on the bed, we he did some IV. And more. I just clueless to what was happening and just watching them happening.

Sooner, everything was back at its pace, "What happened to him," I scared, asked the helper. He shaking his head. "It's nothing ma'am, we can't reveal without sir's permission." He said to me, turning and leaving.

I running my mind trying to find out the medical explanation for what happened, and trying to remember names of all the pills that he gave to him.  I didn't read, I didn't read any name!

~

It had passed hours before he slowly started to wake up, I looking at him. While he struggled to sit up and did, he looked at me, all the memories probably hitting at him.

He turned uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I asked him, "Nothing my heart beat was irregular," He explained, you were sick. "I know, I felt before I fell down." He said to me, annoyed. While I just gulped down my anger at him. And turn my head to look the other way. I hearing behind me. "We are about to land," The hostesses said, I looking around.

But he stood himself, and went over to seat. And sat down. I behind him while I helped him with the seat belt. I made the clutch for him as I sat down myself.
"It was just irregular heart beat, don't think too much. You know heart disease is genitics in me." He said to my worried face.

And I wanted to believe that it was just minor heart trouble and nothing serious. I do loath him. But not at a point where I hope for his death.
I was a doctor after all.

I looked outside the window, the plain landing down. Maybe he is saying the truth, the turbulence might have caught his heart to over react. Its differeny how everyone takes plane fleets.

I leaned back, closing my eyes.

~

I was back in my sweet apartment, after days at no where. Since he is sure I won't run away again. He let me live free now.

I inhaled lying down on my bed. My phone ringing, "Get ready and come down for the magazine cover," his message to me.

I sighed, standing up and went over towards my wardrobe. Picking out this nice pair he had bought for such meetings. I was standing in front of the mirror. And that person's face crossed me, I didn't actually thought that I would meet him ever again

And like this -? Wasn't really my hope, I picked my phone and went over downstairs, realising that the car was already here. And he was waiting. I opened the door, and sat inside. He silently typing on his laptop. As soon as I settled in, the car ride began in silence. His driver extended some coffee cups my way.

"I picked them in case you are dizzy from the long flight," He said. I staring at it. As I took it. And got lost in the Silence.

~

"Hello, Mr., and Mrs. Raichand." The women stood up as soon as I entered in the studio. His hands automatically sliding on my back, as per the show we have to put on in front of all the people.
As he smiled at her.
"Hello, Ms.Chasy," He replied, to her politely shaking hands.

As she asked us to take seats and we did.  "I think it'd be better if you take shots first, and then begin with interview?" She asked, and he agreed. As we were asked to pose for the photo. I slid back looking up, or down. Looking at him or he looking at me.. And unending saga of finding the perfect picture.

Its been a long while now, and time has already gone far, with all the same starter questions, "That's very well," She said at his reply, "Now Mrs. Raichand. I know you were previously a doctor and then a model. Are you planning to continue any of your profession after the marriage?" She asked me, I stuck on my words but he answered not in my favour of course.

"No, no! She and I have decided that in a couple where one is always busy, the other should be free to keep the relationship togetherness.  She won't be working." He said, conducting his own decision. Without my will.
"Yet she is always welcome in my office," He finished it, the women feeling uncomfortable too, from this overbearing narssistic asshole, jerk.

"Honestly. We haven't discussed it yet, but if it's about working, I am not quitting."I told her. She kind of gleamed, but he dulling down. He eyed at me. But dare he over act here.

Soon the conversation ended with her. She standing up and wishing us well, as she left on.

And as soon as she did, he turned to look at me. " You still want to do modelling?" He asked me. When I shrugged. "Yes. Why not! You can't expect me to wait in our living room, counting on the clock ticking, waiting that my husband is going to come here? I ain't living like that you see!" I warned him, when he just looked the other way.

"You can always join my company but modelling is unacceptable. So you make your mind." He said to me. But I didn't wanted to complete the conversation.

Leaving. And walking out. When he grabbed my hand and pulled me on the way.