𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝟏𝟖+

𝟓𝟏.

RANVIJAY

One week passed. 

"I just want to shower." I didn't argue but insisted her take my help, and she denied. She still needed help to do those kinds of things. The VIP wards had impressive bathrooms. I personally like hygienic places.

She was now better, not completely, but she had made progress. Her sleep improved. Mine too. Of course, we were sleeping in same bed, in each other's arms.

Why did we had romantic moments in hospital? This place had nothing except an ethanol smell. Fuck!

She was taking her sessions with therapist. Of course, I was there with her. At first, her therapist wouldn't allow me to sit along with her in sessions. Whenever Kashish held my hand and asked me to stay, the doctor would eye me as if she wanted to burn me for disturbing her private session.

But Kashish was so rigid with her condition. Kashish kicked her out of the room whenever she denied kashish's wish. At last, she had to agree to the Kashish condition. See how stubborn my wife was! The two-hour session was long enough to make both of us feel like hell.

Every incident she shared about the stalker pulled her back into a horrible state. Sometimes she choked her throat with the force of cry. Sometimes she just rolled into my arms and started crying hysterically until she would pass out.

Another wave of anger flushed through me when she mentioned that the stalker locked her alone with lizards, except they weren't real. Doctor didn't find any marks of lizard's bites on any part of her body. He just wanted to scare her.

An instant urge to flay his skin brushed my head. I would carve up his skin—not enough to kill him, but enough to give him a hellish ride to death. After torturing my Jaan, he had no right to be alive.

The stalker underground himself efficiently. He know I was chasing him. But for how long would he keep escaping me? One day I would reach his neck, and that would be his last day.

Thank God, I was on medical leaves for two months. I had a serious concussion in my head. I was fine but not suitable for missions. 

I didn't want to leave her. Not for a second. I wanted to give her all my love so that she would heal soon. I was pacing the room with a frown. 

Her shower time was the only time when my brain cells almost numbed. Images of Kashish standing beneath a shower, her body soaked in and arched against droplets, flashed through my mind.

I wanted to feel her insanely, but my lust-fueled thoughts tore apart as my phone dinged. "Yeah Arjun," I said.

Arjun left the hospital that night without meeting Kashish because Chahat wasn't well. She had typhoid. Arjun loved his daughter insanely.

"Kashish is better now," I replied when he asked about Kashish's well-being. "Good to hear."

"Is Chahat better now?" He took a long pause. "She has progress," I hummed in response. "I'll pay a visit to her." He hung up after saying okay.

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"Ouch!!" I heard thump inside the bathroom. I rapped my knuckles against the door. "What's wrong?" I demanded. "Is everything okay Raaje?" No reply.

"What the hell is going on in there?" My annoyance pierced through the door loudly when I didn't hear her voice. What if she fainted on the floor or drowned in the bath tub? Seriously? Can't I have more apparent thoughts?

I had to check on her. I had no choice. She didn't lock the door, and second later, I stepped inside the bathroom. I hated how my gut always proved me right. She was lying on the floor. Naked. What the hell happened three minutes ago?