Chapter 4

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Avantika

It's been 2 months. Since, I met Kish. Even he is being my housemate. I could only meet him on Sundays. Even, though we act like strangers. We don't have any conversations.

Infact, we still not exchanged our phone numbers yet, even for an emergency situations. I am forced with lot of work now a days. I am getting exhausted a lot. Even I thought of having a good sleep Kish's thought grows more in night. I would go to his room in the middle of night.
As we won't be present. I can sense his fragrance in the room. I saw his photo frame with his parents. He looked exactly like his mom. I blushed over a photo. Then I realised that I am getting distracted with him. So, I decided to maintain a distant. I quickly came out of his room and went back in mine. This is really being my daily routine. I know it is not good to enter someone's room without permission. But I do...

On Saturday, I fall ill, all of sudden.
So i took a half day off from the office and i went back to home in the public bus. I waited a hour for the bus. Finally, it appeared. I reached out to home at 6pm. Where, Kish goes to work at 7pm. I would usually reach at 8:30pm. I hope... I could see him today...!
I opened the house door and entered in. I saw him standing over infront of me in a distance. We both looked at eachother.

All of sudden my eyes started to blur. I fainted and closed my eyes while seeing him getting blowed. He tried to wake me up but he failed.

He went to Mrs. Izakaya to lend a help. By the time, Mr. Krishnan was at his home. He agreed and helped him to take me to the hospital through his car. I was admitted in the nearby hospital and got up with trips. Kish took off to his work for me... yeah for me. He asked Mr. Krishnan to leave. As, he believed he could manage all by himself here. Mr. Krishnan left.

A few hours later, Once, the doctor completed checking me up. He reached out Kish and scolded him, "how can you be so careless sir?" Kish ended confused. "Your wife had food poison due to consuming a lot of junk foods and outside food which is unhealthy." He replied calmly, "my apologies sir, I wasn't aware of it because I'm her neighbour not husband." The doctor guilted, "I see, my apologies sir."
He moved away from Kish.

Kish sat on the chair next to my stretcher bed. I slowly get my concious and wake. I turned my glance at my side and noted Kish slept while sitting in the chair. He folded his hand near his chest and putting his head down where his white hair covers him.

At the moment, it was already 10pm. The nurse entered the room. She saw me and moved her towards him and waked him. He glanced me in silence and my eyes was already on him. The nurse asked him to purchase the medicines for me from the pharmacy. He get up and went... he not even talk a single word to me.

The nurse removed the niddles from my hand. The doctor entered in and gave an advice to have good stuffs and avoid outside food for a while. I was discharged from the hospital. I came out of the room. I saw Kish standing at the reception holding my medicine bag. He paid my bills.
He gave a glance at me, "come soon!! Or else we will leave the bus."
I nodded.

We both came out from the hospital and started to walk in the pathway as the bus-stop was in walkable distance. I sit on the seat over there.  He was looking for the bus. He looked me with a pity face,
"sorry!, i don't have enough cash to book a cab as i spent for your medical expenses... And i don't even have my mobile phone. That's why I asked us to go by bus."
I smiled at him, "it's okay no trouble!... And thanks for today." He nodded.

After waiting for 60mins. Finally the bus reached. We fetch it and noted the bus filled with less passengers. I sat on a window seat and he sat next to me. We both maintained silence. I looked out the window for the view.

Out of the blue, Kish's head landed on my shoulder. Quickly my heart skipped a beat. I glanced over at him. I found him slept. I don't wanted to distrub him now. I admire him and asking questions to myself.

Why? You changed your hair to white? Is just because you look like a foreigner? Why? You always look at me with those beautiful blue eyes of yours? Why? You became too extrovert than before? Why? You take me to the hospital? Why? You got sympathy for me? Why? My heart rate increases when I'm with you? Why? I still love you? Will you love me back? Will you?

From nowhere, the memories hitted me. And those hurting words he used to reject me. It felt something uncomfortable.

Rapidly, I pushed him away from me. And turned my view towards the window. He wakes and realised he slept on me, "sorry! I was just tired."
I doesn't replied.

It was 1pm when we reached our destination. We start to walk towards our home. As it was mid-night, the road seemed empty but still bikes and big vehicles travelled. A bike crossed next to me speedily, even i walk in the pathway. Kish noted it and moved me to his left side and holded my hand tightly. I looked at him stunningly.
He looked me back and blabbered,
"don't glare, I just hold for your safety." I look away.

I was blushing inside. As, in a beautiful night i'm walking with the person I love with holding hands. I never expected this moment would arrive. My mind and heart are racing. Lots of questions goes into me... actually I'm saying myself instead saying to him.

Take off your hand from me or else I would faint again. You stupid can't you understand? You raising my heart rate. But... It is nice to hold your hand as it is warm for this cold temperature. I literally want to ask you... Will you hold my hand like this forever? Wait. What if you had a girlfriend? Will she would feel jealous of me for holding your hand? You would have told about me to her?

Anyway...I really love this moment and I don't want to pass it.
We reached home.

To be continued...

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