Will you make it on time ?

Chapter 7

Ishan's pov :-

"Let me call him....." I said while looking at him with pleading eyes.

"What?!" Mayank asked annoyedly.

He was definitely taken back by my request.

"Please just let me call him once! I just need to make sure that he's ok! That's all!" I said in a rushed tone.

He scoffed and was about to refuse when I spoke.

"I'll stop fighting back!"

Mayank stared emotionlessly at me with a strange expression with his furrowed eyebrows.

"Please just let me call him only one time..."  I said in a pleading tone.

"And you'll do whatever I say?"

Mayank asked me while trying to read my body language to make sure that I am not lying.

"Yes" I hesitatingly agreed. I have no other choice here.

"But the phone stays muted. Got it?" He told me the condition after pulling out his phone.

I instantly nodded my head.

"Put his number in." He was about to give me his phone but stopped for a moment.

I swear if you are lying to m-" He was about to warn me but I cut him off.

"I'm not! Trust me."

After hearing that he gave me his phone without any hesitation.

With shaky hands and heavy breath I typed Shubman's number in and gave it back to him.

The phone ringed for some seconds making my heart pound in my chest.

'Please pick up the call' was the only sentence that was consistently ringing in my head.

Mayank increased the volume, the moment Shubman picked up the call.

He placed the phone on speaker and muted the call as per our dejecting agreement.

"Hello?" Shubman answered the phone.

The relief of hearing his voice was shattered by the realisation that I can't answer him back.

My eyes became teary.

My heartbeat increasing.

It was like there is no end to this.

I was deep in my thoughts when Shubman spoke again.

"Hello?.." Shubman asked again.

"Who is this?"

After some seconds, Shubman hung up the call with a heavy sigh.

"Happy now?" Mayank said while placing his phone back in his pocket.

"Don't forget your promise!" He reminded in a teasing manner that almost made me puke.

I was staring at the floor so deep in my thoughts that I can't focus on what he is saying anymore.

"Give me your arm." Mayank said after pulling my arm gently.

That's when the realisation hit me.

"What are you doing?!"

I asked him when he pulled out another needle and vial from the drawer with his another hand.

"It's propofol Ishan. I just need you to sleep for some hours."

He released my arm and said while preparing the injection.