𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ♥️

| CHAPTER 27 |

My alarm went off, and I scrunched my eyes shut, not wanting to wake up. I quickly turned it off, pulled the duvet over me, and tried to go back to sleep.

But that alarm had already ruined my peaceful sleep, so I reluctantly got up, feeling frustrated and wishing I could throw it out the window. It was only 5:30 a.m.

After freshening up, I sat down to study, but I wasn't feeling well. I managed to study for just two hours before collapsing back into bed.

It was 8 a.m., and since it was the weekend, everyone else was planning to sleep in.

It had been a week since we returned from Lucknow, and since then, I'd been suffering from a fever.

Traveling never seems to agree with me, every time I go somewhere, I ended up sick.
Just my immune system just doesn't know how to fight.
I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts.

I wrapped a shawl around myself, feeling the fever still hanging and headed to the kitchen, where I found my mom.

"Are you up, Ruhii?" she asked, walking over and placing her hand on my forehead.

"Good morning," I said, and she replied with a "morning."

"Your fever is not there, but you have to complete the medication course. Come eat breakfast, and then I'll give you some medicine," she said while kneading dough.

I got up and hugged her from behind, wrapping my arms around her.

I always cling to my mom like a koala when I'm sick-i just want to hide in mumma's dupatta, like a baby kangaroo with its mother.

Fever makes me so cranky, and to add insult to dukhi katha, my periods just decided to show up during this lovely time-thanks for the timing?

(Sad story)

I swear, fever and periods together are a nightmare, it's like I'm a living corpse.

I hate feeling like this.
I stood there hugging her, seeking comfort.

"Ruhii, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing much. My head is pounding, my throat is itchy and hurts, my limbs feel heavy, and I just feel so frustrated. My eyelids are so heavy, my abdomen is hurting very badly" I blurted out.

She turned to me, made me sit down, and served me breakfast.

"Eat this, and I'll make you a kadha, it'll help your throat and warm you up," she said, offering me a morsel.

"Eww, why kadha? I'm already taking those bitter medicines," I pouted, not liking the idea.

"Ruhii, don't throw tantrums. If you don't drink it, I'll make you," she said, pointing a morsel toward my mouth.

I reluctantly opened my mouth and ate.

But I really didn't like it. The fever had dulled my taste buds, and I couldn't even tell what I was eating. I had asked my mom to make paneer paratha because I was craving it, but now everything tasted bland.
I sighed.