Passion & Dilemma

53. Rose?

Prerna's POV

"The doctors and the staff are here to look after Maa." Sarthak tried to convince me, "You're only eating fruits since yesterday. At this rate, you'll faint if you don't have a proper meal."

I knew that food was just an excuse and Sarthak wanted me to step out of this stressful place, anyhow. Because he knows how much I hate hospitals and how depressing they are to me. I never told him about my dislikes, but he just knows.

"I don't have an appetite." I truly did not feel like eating anything, even though my stomach was making weird noises.

"I didn't ask," he said and I glared at the younger man. He skillfully ignored my eyes throwing arrows at him and grabbed my arm before making me stand up.

"Sarthak," I whined and tried to sit back down.

The hospital room was divided into two parts and, thankfully, my mother was in the other part. She had not regained her consciousness yet, but if she had and saw me whining like this, she would faint again.

"Please."

Please. This simple, fucking word had so much power over me.

"It won't take more than half an hour." Sarthak wrapped his jacket around me and maneuvered me to the door.

"Only half an hour, okay?" I pointed my finger at him and he nodded.

We reached the parking area. I opened the door of the passenger seat and frowned seeing a ball of green leaf. I picked it up and sat inside before untying the knot and opening it, out of curiosity.

An unknown feeling rushed in me when I looked at the Gajra. Sarthak got inside the car and I looked at him.

His eyes fell on the Gajra before he ignored it and began to buckle his seat belt.

The gajra wasn’t withered, but it had shriveled, which made it clear that it wasn’t fresh.

I can't believe Sarthak bought this for me. That was very old-school for this young, city boy.

"Throw it away," he said and I pulled the Gajra an inch closer to my chest, feeling protective towards a garland of flowers.

"No, it's mine." I said and picked the garland before shoving the wrapper of leaf in the corner.

"Who said I bought this for you?" Sarthak said and my hand automatically raised to smack his shoulder.

He chuckled in reply to my powerless hit. His silly jokes for making me jealous are just annoying.

Why the fuck would I be jealous? I had nothing to be jealous about. I never get jealous. Never. I just get mad at his audacity, that's it. No jealousy or whatsoever.

I sniffed the Gajra, trying to inhale its smell but I smelled nothing. Nothing.

Placing it in Sarthak's lap, I opened the claw clip making my hair fall from the messy bun and secured them in a half updo.

I twisted in my seat, giving Sarthak my back, an indication for him to make me wear the gift he got me but couldn't give.

I was wearing a shirt, jeans and loose blazer.

Will the Gajra would look extremely mismatched with my outfit? Yes.

But did I give a fuck? No.

I felt Sarthak's hands on my hair, running his fingers twice through them before he carefully clipped the Gajra in them.

I turned to face him and smiled before asking, "How do I look?"

He answered me by grabbing my chin and pulling me closer before pressing his lips on mine in an unexpected kiss.