Ayushi Banerjee is a 26-year-old independent working woman. The term 'workaholic' perfectly exhibits her unwavering dedication to her career. Behind her mature and responsible demeanor, a quirky and playful side occasionally peeks through, revealing...
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❀ARYAN❀
A whole week has passed since the incident took place. Now I'm quite better than before. But I still am not able to walk properly on my own. Whenever I'm trying to walk by myself, I am in need of something for support.
It feels like I have been transported back to the phase when I was a newborn and I always needed someone at the time of walking.
Moreover, due to the plaster on my hand, the skin under the cast is itching very badly. My mind is just urging me to rip off the plaster and itch that place vigorously, but I can't do it for just the sake of my hand's recovery.
Unfortunately, for another two weeks this plaster is going to give an unpleasant companionship to my poor hand. I swear this is the most irritating thing that I have been facing since that accident.
I was sitting on my bed with a comfortable lean on the wall while scrolling through Instagram. Thank God my left hand got fractured, so I'm still able to use my phone otherwise I would have died due to boredom.
After doing my investigation for a few days, I finally found out Ayushi's instagram ID. No, neither am I spying on her nor I am a creep. It's just that I am missing her because it has been a week since I last saw her. I didn't even get to see a single glimpse of her.
But at least after that accident she texted me every day to find out how my health was.
While I was busy admiring Ayushi's pictures, bhaiya chose to come to my room at the exact moment with a glass of water and a tablet. I immediately kept my phone aside and stopped giggling after seeing him.
"Itni raat ko kya dekh kar hass raha hain?" Bhaiya asked with a teasing smirk. [What are you laughing at so late at night?]
"K-kuch nhi bhaiya, bass aisehi" I lied as a nervous chuckle left my mouth. I didn't have any other option other than lying because there was no way I could tell him the truth that I was admiring the picture of his wife's dear best friend, who was also someone I like. [Nothing brother, just like that]
"Jhuth mat bol, mujhe sab pata hain tu tere girlfriend ke sath baat kar raha tha na?" [Don't lie. I know you were talking with your girlfriend, right?]
I stared at him for some moments, while shooting him a disgusted look "Mera kabse girlfriend hone laga?" [When did I start having a girlfriend?]
"Arey chuppa mat bol bhi de. Main konsa tujhe khaa lene wala hu" He started buttering me but it wasn't of any use since I really didn't have any girlfriend. [Hey, don't hide it, tell me. It's not like gonna eat you up.]
"Jab girlfriend hai hi nhi tho main chupau kya?" [What should I hide when I don't even have a girlfriend?]
"Acha thik hai, matt bol. I'll find it out by myself only!" [Okay fine, don't say]
