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Withdrawal Syndrome

Finally , I sigh completing all the paper work for tomorrow's meeting .
I don't know how Pooja manages everything . I mean this work is tougher than correcting answer scRipts .

Packing my stuff after putting the documents in safe , I look towards his cabin only to see it empty .

It's been empty foR past few hours now and every time I look up , my gaze wanders to his cabin only that this time he isn't looking back at mE .

His gaze always creates havoc in my system and every time i wished to be anywhere but here . But today I'm missing those piercing brown orbs who no longer give me nightmare but in them is an intensity , I cannot name .

Giving one last glance to his cabin , I go downstairs . As the lift door opens , I see an Audi car parked outside . My face breaks into a long grin in anticipation of meeting him but it only withers away when I see Vikram's driver inside waiting for me .

As soon as he notices me , he comes out and opens the door for me bowing his head a little in respect and I simply sit at the backseat not returning his nod . Can't blame me if I'm pissed off .

"Has he left again ?" A small voice in my head asked and I put it behind my mind fishing my phone out playing candy crush . I know Vikram wouldn't leave again without informing for a simple fact that he promised he wouldn't and somehow my heart has started trusting him overcoming the barriers put up by my heart .

Within 15 minutes I'm in front of his duplex house . I don't know why but suddenly I'm getting a bad feeling about this ......

Taking my mind out of these thoughts , I go inside to see everything in place .

" Look nothing is wrong , Relax ! " I tell my heart . It's a weird habit I have , speaking to myself when scared .

I quickly make my way top stairs so that I can change quick and get the dinner ready . There are no maids at home except a driver who leaves after drooping me homE and a housekeeper who dusts , mops and cleans house every weekend .

Vikram isn't fan of maids being at his home . He loves his privacy in the sanctity of his home . So when hE asked me if he should appoint a cook , I refused him taking up the responsibility of cooking dinner while he did the breakfast or vice versa .

Before entering my room I glance at his room to see the door open ajar . Vikram never likes door open like that . He wants it always closed .

Once when I went to his room for giving a file and while returning I left the room door ajar and the next thing I know is him calling me and asking me to close it completely and today he himself has left the door room ajar .

Sighing I go to his room to ask him the reason of his sudden absence in office . I open the slightly ajar door wide open and my bag falls down from my hand in shock .

The whole room is a mess . The bedsheets crumpled , headlight broken , curtains torn and finally I notice Vikram on floor holding his stomach and unconscious . Without thinking of the bRoken glass pieces on my way and my foot bare , I walk towards him and shake his shoulders . On finding no response , fear grips my heart and I start panicking .

I take out my phone and call for doctor . I try lifting him up , only for him to move not a single inch .

I quickly change the bedsheets covers before coming back and pulling Vikram up with all my effort . He gets up and falls on my chest , his head on one of my shoulder and hands remain lifeless . I quickly put him on bed and remove his blazer and tie along with his shoes and shock .

I brush my fingers on his hair and I don't know when and why but tears cascade through my cheeks .

Though he was unconscious , I didn't want him to see me cry so I clean up the room , facing at him after every passing minute and scoping that doctor in my mind for being late .

Nonetheless , as I complete my cleaning , I hear the doorbell ring and I run downstairs to see doctor standing there with his kit .

I take him to Vikram's room and show him . Without thinking I start praying for him in my heart .

Mr.Rathod the doctor whispers and rushes towards him while I look confused . This doctor seems to know Vikram quite well but how ?

The doctor starts checking his eye lids opening them and shook his head .

" What happened doctor ? " I ask timidly scared of negative response .

Instead of answering me , he questions me back .

" What are you to him ? " At the mention of my relationship status with him , I grow pale .

I'm a no one whom he decided to protect for a mere pendrive . Instead of telling him reality , I simply tell him that I'm Vikram's wife .

I know it's a lie and lying is bad but lying for someone's good will is not considered as lie and if I didn't lie to doctor then he wouldn't tell me anything because of their patient's privacy rule .......

The doctor stares at me for few good minutes and sighing he asks ,

" Do you know that he has stopped taking Alcohol and drugs ? " I stare at him in shock while he continues ,

" It's been a week since Mr Rathod has stopped taking them and these are the effects of withdrawal syndrome ."

The doctor gives him an injection and then looking at me sympathetically he adds he will wake up by an hour .

I simply not my head . My brain still trying to process information about Vikram's health .

Nonetheless , I drop him downstairs paying his fees and go to his room quickly .

He looks so innocent , vulnerable and peaceful in his sleep after the injection . How I hate seeing him like this . I want nothing more than him to wake up and order me around ......