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Injury 🩸

NEXT MORNING

Abheer woke up to find a duvet draped over him, and he was taken aback. He definitely hadn't taken one to bed last night. Just then, Naina stirred awake.

She stretched her arms and swung her legs over the side of the bed, making her way to the cupboard for her clothes. As she was about to step into the restroom, Abheer called out to her.

"Did you put the duvet on me?" he asked, curiosity lacing his voice. Naina didn't even turn around as she replied.

"Yes, because I don't want anyone blaming me for your health," she said, shutting the restroom door behind her.

A smile crept onto Abheer's lips.

"So she still cares," he whispered to himself. "I need to do something to break down this wall between us." With that thought in mind, he got up from the couch and began tidying up the room, making it easier for Naina.

When Naina emerged from the restroom, she stood at the vanity, combing her hair. Abheer approached her, leaning in close to her shoulder.

"What's he up to?" Naina wondered, her heart racing with nervous anticipation.

But instead of a bold move, Abheer simply reached for his phone, which he had left on the vanity before he started tidying up.

He stepped out of the room to make a call, leaving Naina in a whirlwind of thoughts, trying to process the unexpected tension.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind, and turned back to her tasks. Just as she reached for the door handle, someone opened it from the other side, and her heart skipped a beat.

The door swung open abruptly, catching Naina off guard and sending a jolt of pain through her foot. A sharp cry escaped her lips, echoing through the hallway. Abheer, who had been the culprit behind the door's sudden movement, froze in horror at the sound.

Without a moment's thought, he rushed to her side, scooping her up in a protective embrace and carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing. He gently laid her down, his heart racing with concern, and dashed off to retrieve the first aid kit, his mind racing with worry.

When he returned, he knelt beside her, his fingers delicately probing the area where the door had struck. He carefully cleaned the wound and wrapped it with a bandage, his touch gentle yet firm. After ensuring she was alright, he stepped back, a mix of relief and guilt washing over him. He left the room without a word, leaving Naina with tears welling in her eyes-not just from the pain, but from the unexpected kindness he had shown.

Determined not to let a little injury ruin her evening, Naina pushed herself to stand, albeit with a slight limp, and made her way to the bustling hall where laughter and chatter filled the air. The aroma of spices wafted from the kitchen, and she was determined to contribute, even if it meant moving slowly.

As she entered the kitchen, Chacha Ji caught sight of her awkward gait and raised an eyebrow. "What happened, Naina? You look like you're walking on eggshells!" he exclaimed, concern etched on his face.

Naina hesitated, biting her lip, unsure if she should reveal the truth. Just then, she emerged from the kitchen, balancing a tray filled with steaming cups of tea for everyone. But the moment she started serving, Chacha Ji's voice cut through the chatter.

"Naina, you shouldn't be working like this. You need to rest; you might make it worse," he insisted, his tone firm yet caring.

"N-no, Chacha Ji, I'm fine! It's just a little bump, nothing serious," she replied, forcing a smile.

But before she could protest further, Chachi Ji intervened, her motherly instincts kicking in. "Naina, sit down. Let me see that foot," she said, gently guiding her to a couch and lifting her foot to inspect the injury. The room fell silent, all eyes on Naina, who felt a mix of embarrassment and warmth from their concern.