Healing Him | ✓

07.

I usually don't do this in the beginning, but I cried writing this chapter idk why.

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Annika looked at the scribbled numbers for the nth time. Huffing that this much contemplation for making a call is enough, she grabbed the landline and dialled the number.

Shivaay's phone rang. He grabbed it from the side table removing the hot water bag from his stomach. He straightened himself with a wince.

"Yes?"

"Shivaay!" And the phone almost dropped from his hands in shock. "Annika?"

"Oh, thank God you picked up. I thought you'd reject the unknown calls." Shivaay smiled hearing her voice.

"Why didn't you come to school? It's been three days." Annika pouted as she rested her head on her arms; lying on her stomach sprawled over the bed taking every inch of the space available.

"Glad you noticed the fact." She snickered. "But my stomach is in no condition to let me move." Her smiled dropped at that.

"Is everything okay? Have you checked with the doctor?" She asked. "It's fine it'll get better in a few days." His voice came out ragged as he changed his position into the comfortable one.

"Of course, you'll do everything except listening to my words." He couldn't suppress his smile at that. "You know me well." She smirked, "of course I do."

"Alright so why'd you call?" He asked.

"To talk to you of course." She said deadpanned. He chuckled "Sorry. My bad."

"So what's up?" He asked. "Currently. Ceiling but I have something really exciting to tell you." He could hear her squealing. "The school is organising a farewell ceremony for us students."

"-that happens every year."

"-and the main theme this time is the school dance!" She gushed. Shivaay smiled at her excitement.

"And you have to choose a person to dance with you." Shivaay nodded. He didn't get the point of it.

"So you're coming to the dance right?" She asked. "Me? What will do there?" He asked confused. Annika pursed her lips in irritation at how oblivious this boy was.

"Oh no. Now I am not going to." She said, her voice was forlorn. Shivaay frowned a second earlier she was excited now she's saying is not going?

"Why?" He asked.

"Well, I was thinking that you'd ask me for a dance but here you aren't even coming? What's the point for me going?" Shivaay blinked and heat crept up his cheeks. She wanted to dance with me?

"Okay? Where are you lost?" Her voice echoed on the call and he shook out of his thoughts. "Erm. Nowhere."

"Alright. I swear if you don't come for the dance, it'll be my hands and your life." Shivaay gulped, "Alright M'lady your wish is my command." Shivaay uttered clearing his throat earning a giggle from her side. "The lady is pleased." And a giggle, with that the call was hung.

Shivaay fell back with a sigh. What he was going to do now? Him at the school dance. No way. Dance was not the problem, the problem was the crowd. If it were an unknown crowd like the parties his bade papa and badi maa took him. He must think of an excuse. Annika on the other hand was happy that he was coming.

Shivaay kicked the rock out of his way. The clouds were rumbling. He looked up at sky and huffed. Oh how he hated the rains. There was no reason for him to love them. They were the reason he and his brothers grew up as orphans. His disappointment though didn't last for too long as a yell of his name garnered his attention.