The Royal Chauhans

CHAPTER 9

Vardaan’s POV:

When she asked me why I called her "baby," I honestly didn’t expect the question. And truthfully, I didn’t even know why I said it in the first place.

I didn’t respond at first, but then she asked again, “Why did you call me baby, Mr. Vardaan Singh Chauhan?”

Oh God, she said my name for the first time. It sounded so good, and I realized—I actually liked it.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I replied, “Chhoti si ho, baby nahi bolunga to kya bolunga?”
[You're small, if I don't call you baby, then what should I call you?]

She looked at me and retorted, “I'm not short, you're a big monster!”

I rolled my eyes and teased, “Tumhe kisne Complan peene se roka tha?”
[Who stopped you from drinking Complan?]

I could tell she was getting irritated, but I was actually enjoying it. She didn’t reply, though.

After a while, she asked me to play music, so I told her to connect her Bluetooth.

She connected her phone, played some songs, and started singing. I said, “Jab gaana nahi aata to kyun gaati ho?”
[Why do you sing when you can’t sing?]

She gave me a weird smile, then stopped the music and turned her gaze toward the window without saying anything.

We reached the hospital, and I told her to get out of the car, but she didn’t. A message popped up on my phone—it was from her:
“Gaadi ka darwaza kholo, mere haath mein chot lagi hai.”
[Open the car door, I have an injury on my hand.]

I chuckled at her message, got out of the car, and opened her door. I realized she was angry with me because I roasted her too much today.

She ignored me and started walking toward the hospital. I followed her.

I had already informed Mom that she was with me, and thankfully, she didn’t come today. Otherwise, she would’ve bombarded me with a million questions.

She asked, “Have you taken an appointment or not?”

I replied, “I own this hospital!”

She rolled her eyes, and I told the nurse to take her for all the tests.

She looked at the nurse and asked, “You won’t give me an injection, right?”

The nurse replied, “Of course, ma’am.”

Hearing this, Aarohi looked at me with pleading eyes, silently begging me to get her out of there.

She said with a puppy face, “Vardaan, please get the tests done without the injection.”

I started laughing—she looked so cute.

I replied, “Hey, nothing will happen. Just let them take your blood sample.”

She looked like she was on the verge of tears. The nurse started laughing at her expression, but I glared at the nurse and asked, “What’s so funny about this?”

Then I turned to Aarohi and said, “Go with her.”

About ten minutes later, the nurse returned, clearly frightened. I asked, “What happened? Is there a problem?”

The nurse said, trembling, “Sir... madam ran away.”

“What?!” I shouted.

“You couldn’t handle one patient? What were you doing?” I snapped.

I was furious but took a deep breath to calm myself. I asked the nurse, “Where did she go?”

The nurse stayed silent, which only made me angrier. I told her to take me to the CCTV room. Reviewing the footage, I saw Aarohi standing on the road outside the hospital.