Love Me

21

DAKSH'S P.O.V

"Roshni, at least try to walk. Ayaan already told us that you should start walking now, it’s just you who is not ready," I said, glaring down at Roshni. Even though she was looking adorable with that small pout, I couldn’t let her get away with not walking.

"But Daksh, it’s hurting," Roshni said, pointing at her knees.

"Hurting or whatever, stand up right now. It’s been about four to five days since Ayaan told me to make you walk little by little and here you are, not even getting up. I said stand up right now!" I yelled at last. Listening to me, she flinched and tried to stand up, holding the headrest of the bed. Good at least she listens.

"Now come, try to walk. It will not hurt," I said and extended my hand in front of her.

"I don’t need your hand," she said stubbornly, placing her palm on the wall beside her and trying to take a few steps.

"I will actually bring a scale if you keep on defying me, understand?" I threatened, glaring at her and finally holding her hand.

"How will you know if it’s hurting or not? It’s not you who got injured," she said, and again started her waterworks. Why does my baby start crying like this?

"Roshni, Ayaan told us not to give painkillers after a week. Still, when you started crying in pain, I did give them to you, right? But it’s been so many days now you should have already started walking, and here you are comfortably sitting on bed. Why? Because you think you can do everything from home so you don’t have to walk, right?" I scolded earning cute glare.

"It’s not like that," she said quietly.

"Then tell me what it’s like. Are you even trying to walk? Okay fine, don’t try. I’m leaving. Aunty will also not be at home to help you with anything. If you will not be able to do your work by yourself then I will tell Ayaan to attach you to machines. You can’t expect someone to keep helping you with using the washroom, bringing your books, bringing food to your bed, right? Don’t walk. Sit here. I’m leaving." I said and moved to the door, then went to the living room.

"This girl is not even trying to walk. She just doesn’t want to put her feet on the floor. If she keeps being like this, how will she ever walk? I am removing her online access to class. She is just getting too comfortable with everything around her." I was lost in my thoughts when Komal aunty placed my coffee in front of me.

"Don’t go upstairs into Roshni’s room unless you hear the sound of someone falling not something," I told her, and she nodded.

I had already removed all the painkillers they were in the locker in my room. I could see her crying for hours now but I wasn’t going to give her any painkillers. It was addictive.

I picked up my car keys and drove toward college.

Third person's p.o.v

In Roshni’s room, she grabbed her bed and tried to stand up carefully again.

"Mumma, it’s hurting," she whispered, but she took some steps with her eyes closed tightly.

"Okay Roshni, first let’s walk till the washroom and then back here, and then repeat this process. But I need support… umm chair… no, no chair, it will make me feel like an old one." She look around but found nothing.

"Let’s just try with the help of the wall. There’s nothing else in this room," she said, and slowly, slowly started to walk with support of the wall.

"It’s not actually hurting much. Daksh was right. It’s just my mind not letting me walk," she said to herself and walked around the room.

"So I can take a shower, right?" she asked to herself and tried to walk without support, which failed.