𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"6. Comfort and Care"

"Main jo saansein leta hu
Vo uski Rahat si lagti hai
Mere seene me jo dil hai
Vo uski dhadkan si lagti hai"

-Fictionflare_

After Ruhanika nodded, Rudraksh gently placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. His touch was soft and careful, as if he feared hurting her any further. Ruhanika's eyes remained fixed on him, her gaze filled with a mix of confusion and cautious trust. She seemed to be trying to understand him. Rudraksh, sensing her steady gaze, turned his head to look at the doctor, seeking confirmation.

Rudraksh: "doctor, fever toh nahi hai ab."
(Doctor, she doesn’t have a fever now.)

Doctor: "Oh, that’s good. Umm, is there any pain in your shoulder, Mrs. Malhotra?"

Rudraksh turned his attention back to Ruhanika, and he noticed she was staring at him intently. Her eyes, though weary and red from crying, were locked onto his, searching for something—perhaps reassurance, perhaps understanding. There was a silent plea in her gaze, as if she were trying to find comfort in his presence, despite the turmoil she had been through. Rudraksh could feel the weight of her stare; it was a mixture of vulnerability and a fragile hope that he might be the one to protect her from the horrors of her past.

Rudraksh: "Umm, yellow kya tumhe kandhe par dard hai??"
(Umm, Yellow, is there any pain in your shoulder?)

Ruhanika lowered her gaze, breaking the intense eye contact with Rudraksh, and she shook her head slowly.

Rudraksh: "Hmmm???"

Rudraksh leaned a bit closer, his voice taking on a slightly more commanding tone as he asked. Ruhanika nodded her head gently in agreement, her eyes still lowered. Seeing her response, Rudraksh's eyes softened. The sternness in his expression melted away, replaced by a warmth and tenderness that hadn't been there before.

Rudraksh: "Zyada dard hai kya betu?"
(Is it hurting a lot, sweetie?)

Ruhanika: "Ha..halka sa."
(Ju-just a little.)

Ruhanika whispered softly, barely above a breath,her voice tremulous but filled with a quiet sincerity. Though the words were faint, Rudraksh heard them clearly.

Rudraksh: "She’s having slight pain, Doctor."

Doctor: "Okay, I’ve already prescribed the medicines, Mr. Malhotra. Just give her those, and as I mentioned earlier, follow the steps I told you about."

Rudraksh: "Everything will be arranged in a few hours. I hope you can start after that."

Doctor: "Sure, but could you please come with me for a minute?"

Rudraksh nodded and was about to stand up from the bed, but Ruhanika's grip on his hand tightened suddenly. He turned to look at her, and saw her eyes darting around the room—glancing at the nurses, Rishwik, and Amandeep—before meeting his gaze again. Her expression was a mix of pleading and apprehension as she shook her head slowly, silently imploring him to stay.

Rudraksh: "Bas ek minute betu, abhi aa jaunga."
(Just a minute, sweetie. I’ll be right back.)

Rudraksh noticed the pleading look in Ruhanika's eyes and felt a pang of sorrow. He gently caressed her head with his free hand, trying to offer comfort and reassurance. His touch was tender and soothing, meant to calm her fears and provide a sense of safety. As he continued to hold her hand, he whispered softly.

Rudraksh: "Main yu gaya aur yu aaya, chinta mat karo in sabko bahar le ja raha hu, thik hai?"
(I’ll be back in a jiffy. Don’t worry; I’m taking them outside, alright?)