Fated To Love You

Chapter 78

When Siddharth and Himani reached the medical room, the nurse carefully examined Himani's swollen hand. Her fingers moved gently over the area, her expression growing serious as she noticed the swelling near the thumb's bone. Himani winced slightly, biting her lip to keep herself from crying out.

The nurse looked up at them with a concerned expression. "Yeh swelling bone ke bilkul paas hai," she said, her tone cautious but firm. "Main advise karungi ki aap ise hospital le jaake orthopaedic se check karvayein."

Siddharth's brows furrowed with worry, and he leaned in closer, his voice laced with concern. "Itna serious hai kya, ma'am?"

The nurse nodded slightly, her gaze steady. "Haan, haddi ke paas swelling hai, to fracture hone ka possibility hai. Main nahi keh rahi ki zarur fracture hai, par precaution lena zaroori hai."

Himani's eyes widened slightly, but she remained quiet, looking down at her hand as if trying to process the possibility. Siddharth, on the other hand, blinked in disbelief. "Fracture?" he repeated, his voice rising slightly with shock.

The nurse gave him a calm but firm look. "Haan. Better safe than sorry."

Siddharth straightened up, running a hand through his hair as he tried to think. "Theek hai," he said resolutely after a moment, determination settling in his tone. "Hum jaate hain hospital."

Siddharth glanced at Himani, who was seated silently, cradling her injured hand. "Main bhai ko inform kar deta hoon," he said softly, pulling out his phone. He dialed Sumedh's number and waited, the ringing making him anxious.

At that moment, Sumedh was at the edge of the board, explaining a concept to the class. His voice was steady, commanding attention, but when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he took it out with a swift motion. He glanced at the caller ID—Siddharth. Without pausing his explanation, he pressed the red button to disconnect and slid the phone back into his pocket.

Siddharth frowned, letting out a small groan of irritation. "Kya problem hai bhai ko?" he muttered and hit redial.

This time, Sumedh paused mid-sentence, the ringing pulling his focus. His jaw tightened, and he whispered something inaudible to himself. Picking up the phone, he received the call instantly, his voice sharp and impatient. "Class mein hoon main," he hissed, cutting off any chance for Siddharth to speak. "Aur sun, koi punishment khatam nahi karunga unka... Ruhi ki wajah se phir se tarhaf dari karne ke liye call kiya na, toh Abhi se complaint kar dunga." Without waiting for a reply, he disconnected the call.

Siddharth stared at his phone in disbelief. "Are nahi... vo bhabhi..." he muttered, pressing redial again. "Hello? Hello, bhai?" But the line was already dead.

Letting out a long sigh, Siddharth ran a hand over his face. "Mujhe hi har cheez samjhani padegi," he grumbled, hitting redial for the third time. This time, when the call connected, Sumedh visibly tensed. He excused himself from the class, his students watching him curiously as he stepped aside into the corridor.

"What now, Siddharth?" Sumedh began, his tone still clipped, but Siddharth cut him off before he could say anything more.

"Bhabhi ko hospital le kar jaana padega," Siddharth said in one hurried breath, his voice trembling slightly.