rajveer naina - fated

chapter 21

She watches him sleep as he recovers from the poison, occasionally reaching out to touch his forehead, checking his temperature, or adjusting his blanket.
He looks so peaceful while he's asleep, as if no problems can touch him, as if he has no pain or worries. As she once again reaches out to tenderly brush the hair back from his forehead, she stops, wondering exactly what it is that she's doing, why she's feeling this way, why she was so worried…Until recently she had hated him, blamed him, and now…Watching him sleep, she wonders how she could have ever felt that way.
How can she tell him now…that she made a mistake, that she had misunderstood him? How can she tell him that…that her feelings have changed since then, that she's not exactly sure what it is, this new emotion she feels when she looks at him.
All she knows is that she can't lose him, that the fear she felt when he collapsed was enough to almost stop her heartbeating.
All she can hope, is that she has realized in time.That it is not yet too late…

/Amiya opens her eyes to see two concerned faces watching her, and can't stop the sleepy smile coming to her lips.
"You've been waiting here for me…" she comments, addressing one of the young men in particular who promptly blushes.

"Uh… we wanted to check that you were fine, and after your injury…" Samir tries excusing himself while Hussein stifles an urge to groan at his senior's answer.

"Of course we were waiting for you to wake up, Amiya, we've both been very concerned." He tells her, and then unable to resist himself,

"In fact Samir has barely been able to eat or sleep since he heard the news about you being injured."Samir sends a shocked glance in Hussein's direction who refuses to look apologetic.

If Samir isn't going to do anything about his feelings then Hussein isn't just going to sit back and watch him flounder.

"Really?" Amiya asks a bit more brightly, before trying to hide her reaction as she wakes up gradually.

"I mean… that was um, very sweet." And she tries very hard not to smile.
Samir looks slightly embarrassed, and Hussein decides that it's definitely time for him to make an exit. At least if they're alone Samir might have a slightly better chance of working up the courage to tell Amiya something.

"Now that you've woken up, I'd better get going…" Hussein starts to say, and Amiya looks at him curiously.

"Where are you going?" she asks him, "You're happy to watch me sleep but once I wake up you don't want to stay and chat?"

"Actually, Asha needed to rest when she arrived back but she asked me to tell her when you woke up…" Hussein tells Amiya, glad that the excuse is actually true.

"Don't you dare." Amiya says in a very straightforward way, leaving him staring at her. Rolling her eyes at him, she decides to explain.

"She went with Dhiraj, right? They haven't seen each other in more than a month… at least let them have some time together without disturbing them!"

"Uh… right," Hussein replies, unable to tell her that he hadn't had any intention of actually finding Asha in the first place.

"Still… if you don't mind, then I'll go and call Naina, she'll be waiting to hear that you're awake and fine."

The mention of Naina brings a strange look to Amiya's face that Hussein can't quite understand.

"Alright, go and call." She tells him, "Later on come back and we can have a chat."Hussein nods, wondering why she's looking at him with such a thoughtful expression. The way she had said that she wanted to have a chat sounded almost as if there was something deeper behind it… However for now, no matter how small the possibility actually is, he has to at least give Samir the chance to say something.
He closes the door decisively behind him.
Amiya tries not to look at Samir expectantly, attempting to stay calm instead. He looks somewhat awkward sitting there, as if he wishes to do something like hold her hand but doesn't have the courage to. However considering that she's recently almost died, she decides that it is definitely his job to say something rather than hers.