Kalam

Chapter 6

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"Aryan! Get up. It's 9 already. Everyone has finished their breakfast also. They even left for office. Don't you have to go to the studio? Get up." Ruhanika shook her husband again but he whined a little and went back to sleep.

He is such a baby.

"Aryan, utho varna mai tumhare upar thanda paani daal dungi" Aryan sprung out of bad and went towards the washroom grumbling under his breath.

(Get up or I will pour cold water on you.)

Aryan was pushed into the car as he had no wish to leave the house and go to work. His driver drove him towards the studio, where his only will to work was his guitar. The one his Advitya bhaiya gifted him five years ago, on his birthday.

Advitya encouraged his passion for music, because he knew what is the cost of following one's own dream. Aryan made his first album on that guitar and it was an instant hit. Not many people know but his eldest brother is actually a better singer than him. He just stopped singing after a while. Advitya used to sing alone sitting on the roof. Ayaan and Aryan used to sneak out of their rooms to listen to him.

Aryan picked up his guitar and started strumming a random tune. Hours passed with him in the studio but he couldn't focus. His head hurt, and before he could lose it, he got in his car and asked the driver to take him to the hospital Ruhanika works in. He went inside to meet Ruhanika.

His body light as he moved towards her cabin. There she was. His beautiful wife was sitting behind her desk looking trough some reports. She looked up when she saw the door open and a million dollar smile graced her face.

Aryan however, could not smile back. His vision was blurry and black dots started appearing in his vision. It happened so fast that Ruhanika didn't even have the time to get up from her chair.

Aryan's body hit the floor with a thud. Ruhanika shrieked and ran towards him. Tears were blurring her eyes. "Aryan! Aryan! Get up Aryan. See I am right here. Someone bring a stretcher." Lucky for her, they were in a hospital.

Aryan was shifted to a private room where Ruhanika checked his vitals. Her hands were shaking so her colleague offered to do his checkup. After they got the results, all was clear.

"It's okay Ruhanika, don't cry. Aryan is not very serious. He just has high fever and low blood pressure. I have given him medication for both. He would be just fine. He will wake in an hour or two." The doctor who was also Ruhanika's friend tried to console her.

Ruhanika didn't know if she should call the family or not. Sure, her husband fainted but he is better now. She decided to ask him when he wakes up.

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"Why do you still look stressed? I am fine Ruhi, my fever is not that high anymore, I feel better and we are going home. That's supposed to be a good thing. And stop glaring at me. It's not my fault that I had fever." Ruhanika paid no heed to the nonsense coming out of her husband's mouth.

Ofcourse it was his fault. If he actually took care of his health like a good human being, nothing of this sort would have happened.  As the couple reached home, Ruhanika tucked Aryan in bed and gave him strict orders to not get out of it.

She then went downstairs to see her bhabhis in the kitchen. Meera was cooking something and Swadheenta was standing on the other side of the counter talking animatedly.

"What are you two talking about? And Meera bhabhi, what are you making?" The smell of the delicious food made her hungry. There was no doubt that Meera was a great cook. She would have made a great chef if she wasn't a businesswoman.