Love : A Wicked Game

Chapter 13 : I Love Someone Else

Samaira and Natasha were on the breakfast table next morning when they saw Yashwant and Ashish entering the hall, supporting a limping Vivek with them. Anita was beside Ashish, Sonia beside Yashwant, while Anjana slowly walked behind carrying a bag filled with medicines and other stuff. They both hurried forward as they made Vivek gently lay down on the sofa.

“The doctor discharged him already ?” - Natasha asked in disbelief because they had been told his ribs were broken.

“Fortunately, his ribs are not severely broken. They have cracks but minor. The doctors said he'll be fine within 3-4 weeks.” - Yashwant told them.

“And Vivek was also insisting on seeing you when we told him you had an sprained ankle that's why couldn't come with us.” - Anita said but paused as she realized Samaira was standing on her feet.

Her parents noticed as well and looked at her in askance.

“I am feeling a lot better now after some ice packs last night and this morning.” - she said in response to their sceptical gazes.

Sonia and Yashwant's demeanor relaxed but Anita looked unconvinced.

“I am sorry Sam... you were in a hurry to come to me and twisted your foot.” - Vivek said in a constrained voice as if it was paining him to talk.

His hand made a move to touch hers as she was standing within the reach but she subtly took a step back like she didn't notice his move.

“I am making you all breakfast. Till you guys go and freshen up.” - she said wanting to flee the place.

“I'll help you.” - Anjana said, quickly standing up but Samaira shook her head.

“You must be tired. Go and rest for some while. Nuts and I will manage.” - she assured with a smile.

Anjana smiled warmly and headed upstairs and everybody else followed suit. While Samaira and Natasha went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone.

“Di, why do I feel like you are avoiding Vivek ?” - Natasha asked in a hushed tone as Vivek was an ordinary distance away in the hall.

Samaira, who was sliding the slices of bread in the toaster, stilled for a moment. “No. Why would I avoid him.” - she said casually as she pulled the lever down.

Natasha pulled out the jam and butter from the refrigerator and made to set the tray. “Well... I just felt like it.” - she said, casually shrugging.

Samaira pretended to not have heard her and continued with the bread. The toasts popped up and she pulled them out with wooden tongs, placing them on a cloth in the wicker basket, before sliding another two slices in the toaster. The sound of her phone ringing reached her ears and she frowned.

“Nuts, look after the toasts. I'll be back.” - she said and walked out of the kitchen because her phone was on the breakfast table where she and Natasha had been seated a while ago.

Rajveer.

Her heartrate escalated. “Hello...” - she said picking up the call and realized Vivek was looking at her from the couch. A smile on his face that disturbed her.

“Mmm... your voice, first thing in the morninggg...”

Her breathing hitched. His voice was groggy, gruff. Like he had just woken up from sleep. And it sounded so hot that she swallowed to wet her throat which had suddenly become dry.

“Now that's a perfect way to wake uppp...” - he continued, his voice lowering in pitch further. Like a hoarse whisper. “Samaira ?”

“Yes...” - her voice didn't hold her usual steadiness. It came out shaky. Completely under effect of his tone.