The Shy Extrovert

Chapter 10

Starting from third month, we had to make him sleep. Sleep all the time besides food. He needed rest. His body needed to recover. And that was over doctors. Because the more time he spent sleeping the less he thought about Vrishti and the more he had chances to be back normal.

"What new conspiracy against me has started? You wanted me to eat, I am eating, right? What new drama you've started? What exactly you want? Why are you after me? I hate you for this. You were best friend, why the hell are you acting an enemy? Just stay out of it. You're taking care of my family; I appreciate that. But why are you after me? Why the hell you want me to follow you?" he screamed.

"Exactly, I am taking care of your business and family. And even I am taking care of you. But Mr. Raichand it is not my work. Yet I am doing this because I still am your best friend. And I am after you because I am your well wisher. You business needs you, your family needs you, your best friend needs you? I cannot see you like this. So better follow medication or get to asylum. And yes, don't you ever shout at me. Never!" I shouted back.

"I hate you." He made a face at me. "I hate you more." I smirked. I called the doctor and took Ashish into his room and tied him to bed. He was shouting at me, "Leave me alone. Just leave. Stay away. Don't you understand?" I kept on smiling and continued tying him up to the bed. I tied him as a cross and the doctor arrived. He had to give him injection and Mr. Billionaire is afraid of injections. His phobia is from childhood and I enjoyed tying him up. This was bit romantic as well, okay only for me.

After the shot, he slept for a day. Next day when he woke up, he filled me up with questions again. But this time his tone was softer, he had got a bit of sleep. "What sort of behavior is this? I am fed up of you. And why I am still tied up?" he asked. I did not answer and fed him myself. Doctors came again and he was given another shot. He shouted and screamed "no, please don't give any injection." and I laughed.

He slept again and this continued for two weeks straight. He agreed on taking medicines and food and pled for not been given any injections. I agreed and applied ointments on marks of ropes. His sense of humor was a bit back. He mocked me, "I feel like you're submissive. Look at these marks." I smiled.

Rest fifteen days was quite at ease. He took medicines and ate properly like a good boy which he actually was; and he did not shout at anyone.

The third month passed and I was ready to give him another shock.