Arjun carefully helped Dhriti into her house, his heart heavy with worry. He immediately called the doctor, who arrived shortly after. The doctor examined Dhriti, his brow furrowed. "Doctor, is she okay? Anything serious?" Arjun asked, his voice laced with concern.
The doctor sighed, "Mr. Arjun, I already warned you all, don't give her any stress. Today her blood pressure is very low. What happened?"
Arjun hung his head, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. "Sorry Doctor... today onwards we don't give her any stress," he assured.
The doctor's tone was firm, "If this happens again, it will badly affect her physical health and her mental health too. There's a chance she could fall back into a deep depression. You must avoid stressing her." Arjun nodded solemnly, "Okay Doctor, I will take care of her."
The doctor handed Arjun a prescription, "Okay fine then, here is the prescription for her medicine. She needs to have at least two days of complete rest."
Arjun thanked the doctor profusely, then watched him leave to his car. He returned to Dhriti's side, her breathing slow and steady, the sedative taking effect. She sleeping peacefully.
Arjun's voice, rough with emotion, echoed through the room, a stark contrast to the gentle caress of his fingers on Dhriti's hair. His eyes, filled with a wellspring of unshed tears, mirrored the fear that had gripped him when he saw Dhriti's weakened state. "Dhriti, today you made me scared," he whispered, his voice thick with worry, "For a second I… I thought you would go back to that old situation. I can't see you like that again, so please get well soon." Dhriti, his best friend, the one who understood his pain, who stood by him without judgment, who was his rock in times of need, was everything to him. She was his confidante, his solace, his safe haven. To see her so vulnerable, so fragile, filled him with a terrifying dread he couldn't shake.
A sudden knock at the door jolted him from his worried reverie. Glancing at the doorway, he instantly sprang from the bedside, pulling the door shut with a decisive slam. Dhriti, now sleeping peacefully, needed nothing more than rest and quiet.
"Why did you come here?" Arjun asked, his tone harsh, "Just to see if she's alive or not? She's alive! Go away, she doesn't need you. I'm here with her, understand?" The voice on the other side belonged to Ruhi, the reason for Dhriti's current state. "Arjun, please... don't talk to me like this," she pleaded, her voice laced with hurt and apprehension. "You know I would never hurt Dhriti."
"But you did hurt her today," Arjun retorted, his voice laced with raw emotion, "Because of you, she's in this state now. Your words pierced her broken heart. You know how hard we had to work to pull her back from the depths of depression. Remember what happened four years ago? Remember what Dhriti was like then? She could have been gone forever. The doctor specifically warned us, 'Don't hurt her,' remember? But you forgot that." The words burned like acid, a raw and unfiltered expression of the pain and anger that had been building inside Arjun for years. This was the first time he had ever spoken to Ruhi with such harshness, but the weight of Dhriti’s suffering had finally pushed him to his breaking point.
The weight of guilt pressed down on Ruhi as she uttered the words, "Okay...I accept it...I accept it that because of me also she is in this condition. But please let me see her first. After you can say anything to me I will not utter a word." Her voice trembled, a reflection of the turmoil inside her. She craved to see Dhriti, to offer some kind of solace, even if it meant facing Arjun's wrath. The door creaked open, and Dhriti emerged, looking pale and fragile.
Arjun, ever attentive, rushed to her side, concern etched on his face. "Why did you came out? Did you need anything?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. Dhriti, in a gesture that brought tears to Ruhi's eyes, embraced her, whispering, "Don't cry, okay? This is not your mistake. You are not responsible for my condition." Her voice was weak, barely a whisper. As Dhriti stumbled, Arjun caught her, his arms strong and steady. "Carefull, one minute ... I will take you to room." He scooped her up and carried her back to bed, his touch gentle and reassuring. Dhriti, in her frail state, tried to protest, "I am okay Aju, put me down." But Arjun, determined to keep her safe, responded with a playful, "No you are not okay. And don't worry I will not allow you fall down, my muscles are strong." He was trying to lighten the mood, to bring a smile to her lips. His efforts worked. Dhriti chuckled, "Mm...yeah...you are muscles are very strong." As Arjun laid Dhriti down, Ruhi watched, a complex mix of guilt and an unfamiliar jealousy twisting in her heart. She felt a pang of sorrow for Dhriti, who had sacrificed so much, but also a flicker of something else, something she couldn't quite name. The feelings were confusing, a tangled mess of emotions that she couldn't fully comprehend. But one thing was clear: the events of the day had irrevocably changed the dynamics between them, leaving Ruhi grappling with a newfound awareness of her own feelings.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞
Romance#1st Book in 'Tangled Series.' Revenge and Love, I was tangled between both of these. Once I loved but that love took everything from me, it destroyed me inside out. At that time, Revenge was my only hope. I decided Vengeance would be my endgame. I...