𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕆𝕗 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

8

𝗔𝗬𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜'𝗦 𝗣.𝗢.𝗩

These classes sucks sometime . I just want to sleep. Why does some stupid professor make the lectures mandatory? I ask my friend. They had the same expression, but we all have different reasons.

"Why are you both in a bad mood?" I ask, ignoring my own pain. I'm sure that after this lecture, I'm going to crash in my dad's office. Ananya and Dikshit look at me, then at each other.

"Nothing, we just have a lot of work. And our viva is approaching too. I'm scared of our exam, but I'm happy that we'll be in the third year," Ananya said, with a very happy expression on her face.

Soon, our bald-headed and scary-looking, but actually very intelligent, professor entered the class. He makes it mandatory for every student to attend class every day. If we miss, he won't let us attend class for a week or two.

We all opened our notes and started looking at the screen. I should have been excited, but I'm not.

I just want to close my eyes and let sleep take me away from my painful ass.

I tried to concentrate as much as I could, but the pain had my full special attention.

Dad and mom told me to take leave. Dad even said he would talk to the professor, but if he does, others will think I'm getting special treatment.

By the end of class, I was barely holding back my tears. Why the hell does it hurt this much?

Ananya packed my things on my behalf, looking at my facial expressions.

"God, I wish I could take half of your pain so I would know how much it hurts during your cycle. I've never experienced any pain," Ananya mumbles. Dikshit puts his hand on her shoulder and gives her a glare.

"Don't ask for something you can't handle," Dikshit said, and I immediately started feeling awkward.

"Ms. Ayushi, please stay," our professor said. My eyes widen in horror. I just want to go home.

I quietly took my seat, holding back my tears. This man is a dumbass for stopping students after class.

I waited and waited, but nothing happened. However, after a few more minutes of waiting, my dad entered the room. He looked at me, then at my professor. I really hate studying in this college nowadays.

"What's wrong?" Dad asked the professor, pointing at me.

"She seems off. I didn't want her to walk alone. You are free to not attend my class tomorrow, Ms. Ayushi," he said. After a few conversations with my dad, the professor left.

"I told you to take a leave. How are you feeling?" Dad asked.

I didn't reply, I just kept sitting in my seat.

"Let me drop you home," he said, extending his hand.

I held his hand and we started walking. He deliberately took slow steps. I looked around in all directions, hoping to catch a glimpse of Rihaan.

But the only person I saw was a nurse who came running and started talking in a panicked tone.

"Sir, one of your patients is having a reaction," she said.

I looked at my dad, his grip on my hand loosened slightly, but he held it again.

"No other doctor available?" he asked.

"Dad, she just said 'your patient.' Go, I'm okay," I said. He looked around and then took out his phone.

"I'm calling him because he is my friend's son and was your friend, not because he is your crush or something," he mumbled, dialing someone's means Rihaan's number. After a few minutes of talking, he hung up the call.

I looked down, wanting to sit down because the cramps were hitting hard. My eyes fell on another pair of shoes beside mine.

I looked up and came face to face with Rihaan.

"Drop me a message when you reach home. I will bring some sweets for you," dad said, walking away with the nurse.

"Should we go, Ayushi?" Rihaan asked.

I nodded my head. He started walking, matching my unintentionally slow pace.

"You're ok ," he said.

I nodded my head and he opened the door of my dad's car.

"Did you take some painkillers?" he asked.

I looked at him and shook my head. I hated that he knew everything because my dad chose his dear mom to be my doctor. There are so many doctors around.

He parked his car in front of my house and made his way inside without hesitation.

"Are you coming in?" I asked, to which he simply nodded.

"Mom told me to give you some painkillers if you're in too much pain. Let's go inside," he said, taking my hand. As he knocked on the door, my attention was focused on our intertwined fingers. His mere touch is enough to make me lost in his thought.

When mom opened the door, she gave us a teasing look before addressing him.

"Ayushi, you're not feeling well, beta. I told you to take the day off. Rihaan, right? Come on in, I'll make some tea for all of us," she said, welcoming him inside.

"Aunty, it might help if you give her a little massage with some oil on the sore area. Otherwise, she might need more painkillers. And She had already taken some this morning," Rihaan said , After a moment of consideration, my mom extended her hand to him.

"My hands are really sore. A heavy jar fell on them. I can't do it. Can you help her? She fell asleep yesterday while I was massaging her. She'll probably doze off again," my mom explained.

I looked at her in surprise. She isn't a one to complain about her own pain. Such a drama queen.

"I even left some oil in her room. And if Ayaan didn't trust you, he wouldn't have sent you to drive her here," my mom added, playing up the situation.

Rihaan thought for a moment before agreeing.

After some minutes I found myself sitting awkwardly on my bed.

"You don't have to do this. You can just give me the medicine," I whispered to him. He looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"It's not a big deal. And I thought we were... I mean, we're good friends. I can help out," he said with a smile.

He's right, we used to be good friends, but when I turned seventeen, he changed a lot. He started avoiding me, stopped talking to me, and even found ways to avoid me. That's when I realized that he wasn't just a friend, he meant more to me. I missed him a lot, and the distance between us only grew. I retake the exam two times because I wanted to go to the same college as him, not because I didn't want to leave this house, like my dad thought.

Dad is right, I love them. I can't imagine living alone in some other city. But I kept retaking the exam because I wanted to stay close to Rihaan.

And now he's telling me that we're still good friends. He destroyed everything. He stopped talking to me as if I had confessed my love to him, which I never actually did. I can't even imagine how he would react if I told him.

"I'll do it the same way I did in the past. You can try to sleep. Do you mind if I adjust your clothes?" he asks calmly.

Of course I do. Your touch makes me feel butterflies. Your touch makes me feel weird. My eyes have been stuck on your lips so many times.

I say these things loudly in my mind, but not in real life. I stay quiet.

"Ayushi, is something wrong? Okay, forget it, I'll give you medicine," Rihaan mumbles, but I immediately shake my head. Medicine doesn't have much effect if it's in pill form. I'll end up crying like a crazy person within an hour.