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It's been few days since that day when I had panicked and fainted. I woke up to find myself in a hospital cabin and got to know that Arnav had brought me there. I was discharged the next day and for the next three days he took my utmost care.
He was acting weird because it wasn't usual of him taking care of me. I was tensed thinking about the presence of Nishant in Mumbai along with Arnav finding out why I fainted. But surprisingly, he didn't ask a single thing.
Today's Christmas along with Arnav's birthday. He's turning 35 today.
Since I have no office to go to, I can sit and plan a very pleasing birthday gift for him, not forgetting the gift he'd get for touching me on the day of fashion show.
I couldn't even meet my family because every fucking shit had to happen and appear that day. So they're coming here for Arnav's birthday today.
Standing up from the bed, I went downstairs to the second floor before making my way towards the library.
It's the only place I like the most in the mansion. The books are owned by Arnav and surprisingly, there are so many interesting books.
Like—books on law, physics, chemistry, history, science, code of conduct of mafia, about business etc.
So interesting right? It's sarcasm.
I turned the door knob and entered the room only to meet the most unexpected person. Dhruv was sitting on the couch placed opposite to Arnav's study table.
He was previously reading some book but now all his attention was on me.
I closed the door and walked over to the bookshelves after smiling at him. While tracing my forefinger over the books placed on the first bookshelf, I spoke, "How're you?", my back faced him.
His reply came few moments later, "I'm good. What about you?"
I nodded, "I'm fine."
"Can you come here and sit beside me?", he asked calmly, a maturity in his voice which I had never heard years ago.
He has changed. And maybe I'm the cause of it.
I contemplated for a few moments before turning around and walked over to the couch prior to taking a seat beside him.
I looked up at him, his eyes so blank and void of any warmth. He was calm and composed, dressed in a deep blue t-shirt and white joggers. His short messy hair was scattered over his forehead, his face was clean shaved but the trace of the shaved beard was there on his face.
His features were sharper than before and indeed, he looked healthier and fitter than before. But one thing was same, his chestnut brown eyes still glimmered.
