Part-21

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It feels like I am having a musical dream. One time I heard Honey Singh then Karan Ahjula then The Weekend and now it's Kanye West.

I shut my eyes tightly but couldn't feel the need to sleep more but I was curious about my dream.

I laid straight on my back and my eyes jerked open. And now I hear fainted sounds of Kanye West's rap.

I turned to grab my phone for the time and it showed 10:30 in the fucking morning. But who is listening to Kany---

I was late no no I was dead late. I yanked the duvet off me and sat. I quickly get off the bed to wear slippers when yesterday night's incident ran like a movie in my mind.

In a reflex, I brought my arms before me and saw my lightened bruises. I remember how Abhishek applied the antiseptic on my marks and blew air so it did not hurt.

I felt warm when I remember his protective yet possessive arms around me. Protecting me. His whisper-cooing relaxed my body.

A sudden feeling that I could blindly trust him washed over me. It was strange but my heart was trusting him already.

I bought my shirt close to my nose and sniffed it. And it had his scent on him. I felt good in his arms. For the first time in my life, I let a man this close to me and it felt good.

I don't know what is this warm feeling inside of me but I feel good. Even if I fight with him, I don't hate him. Not anymore. How ironic? Isn't it?

My trance broke when I heard a ping on my phone. It was a message from the hospital's managing director-

"Good Morning Mrs Malhotra,
I wanted to have an important with you. Kindly, give me a call whenever you are free. I didn't want to disturb you on your day off. So, I messaged."

I read his message and what caught me was "day off". I didn't have any today. But now that he has mentioned let's take a day off. I smiled internally but I needed to check on my few patients because they had just started with the therapy sessions.

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