Unka Intezaar-The Wait For Love

Chapter 13- Baba-Nishtha bond.

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*Nishtha’s POV*:-

“Nishtha the flowers are here again ? Should I send them to Ward no. 5 again ?,” Martha asked, making me groan. Why ask when she already knows ?

“You are disturbing my session Martha.,” I stated pointing at the very gossipy patient of mine, who had twisted his chair to the door.

“Well, sorry.,” Martha said closing the door behind her. “Sorry for the interruption, you can continue,” I gestured to the patient. “Someone sends you flowers ? That too Juliet roses ? Woah.,” Akshay exasperated with his jaw open.

I groaned internally, this was breaching my privacy. “So yes, where were we ? Yes, did you read yesterday ?,” I asked coming back to the topic. “Freaking 1300 Rs. Per rose. Your husband surely spoils you,” Akshay added still hooked to the previous conversation.

But the though of Ranvijay reminded me of the rain incident. Cause after our last encounter under the rain we didn't meet again. They say he went to Italy for business.

*Flashback*

I was ready with my bags packed and had checked out from the hotel room. Ranvijay was no where to be found after our last meet in the rains.

No contact nothing, it was in the morning that his body guard came and informed me to leave for Mumbai as Ranvijay was going abroad for a meeting. And Ranvijay had asked the bodyguard to drive me to Mumbai. 

I dismissed the bodyguard and told him to return back to his boss, I was self sufficient. If I could spend 6 years without his interference, I could spend my whole future without him too.

So I checked out of the room and booked myself an intercity cab for Mumbai. I was now waiting for my cab to arrive.

"Nishtha, what are you doing here ?," I looked up at the voice, Niya. What was she doing here ?

"Oh right you and Ranvijay came on a honeymoon right ? Then why are you leaving alone ? Where is Ranvijay  ?," mockery clearly oozed out of Niya's tone.

I stood up to leave when her manicured hand stopped me. "He is mine Nishtha and will be mine. You know the reason he didn't arrive in your room last night. He has changed his hotel because he didn't want to stay close to you.," Niya said, "And tonight we are leaving for Italy, Ranvijay and me, together."

Her words were sharp, sharper than her nails that dug into the skin of my wrist imprinting their mark on it.

"Buon viaggio," I said and put my bag to leave. I would rather stand outside than hear this woman's nonsense.

Or to say, I wore a mask to save myself a face. I didn't want her to know that her words did have a little affect on me. And when Ranvijay had not answered my question yesterday, Niya's presence seemed to hurt more.

“Session over. You may leave,” I said  putting away my notepad, the flashback irritated me, that woman, Arghhh.

“Sorry, sorry, I was just teasing you. Sorry. So where were we ? Did I read ? Yes, I did and let me tell you Nameless is a thriller.,” he explained.