Ardhangini : The Cure to His Wound

Chapter 8

Vandhana's Pov :

We both were done with the dinner and now sitting on the bed. I was just sitting there staring at the walls and he was busy with his work.

I sighed as sleep was nowhere for me. I looked at him and saw him closing his laptop. He kept it aside and then looked at me.

"So, how was your day ???"

He asked out of nowhere and I quickly shifted all of my attention from his face to his question.

"Umm...it was good."

I said.

"Was your family happy to see you ???"

He again questioned and the hate-filled voice and face of my mother came infront of my eyes. I became lost for a minute but he suddenly called me.

"Vandhana ???"

His voice was gentle and calm. I looked towards him and muttered.

"Yes they were."

His eyes roamed a bit and then suddenly stopped somewhere. His eyebrows were furrowed. I followed his gaze and realized he was looking at my wrist.

"Why are there only a few bangles in your wrist ??? Where are the rest ???"

His voice came out heavy. My heartbeats raced and I started figuring out what to say. He was staring at me which was making it even hard for me to think.

"Th-They broke."

"How ???"

He questioned back immediately and I shivered. The fear of his anger bubbled up in me.

"I f-fell."

I muttered mindlessly. He forwarded his hand towards it and held my wrist softly in his hand. He stared at them for a good minute and then took his other hand closely to it and pushed the bangles upward to see the wounds. My eyes were fixated on him all this while. A chill ran down my spine when he lifted his gaze towards me.

My lips parted and my heart suddenly seemed to calm down. I stared into his eyes, his staring into mine. I felt lost in his dark black orbs.

I was so lost in the moment that I didn't realized our close proximity. I quickly looked away and I heard him clearing his throat.

I felt him standing and his footsteps fading a little. I kept sitting there, tracing my bangles. After sometime, I heard the closet door opening. I shifted my gaze and found him coming out in his white vest and grey trousers with a box in his hand.

He walked to the bed and sat infront of me. It was a first aid box. He kept it between both of us and forwarded his hand. I nervously forwarded my shaking hand towards him too. He held it softly.

He gently took the first bangle and pressed my hand a little. He slid the bangle out and kept it aside.

My gaze lingered on him. His focused eyes, thinned brows. He was so handsome.

One by one, he took out all my bangles of both hands. He left my hand and reached out for the box. He opened the box, and took out a bottle and cotton. He applied the med on the cotton and again held my hand.

Before applying it on my hand, he stopped in midway.

"I may hurt you. I haven't done this thing before."

He said without even lifting his face and looking at me. I lowered my gaze.

The cotton touched my wounds and I hissed with the stinging pain. He took his hand back and looked at me before again applying the cotton.