CHAPTER THREE: *Edited*
I strode towards him. He didn't spare me a glance. I knelt in front of him, taking his hands and the antiseptic cream in mine. He didn't hesitate to let go of his hands and that astounded me. He was too puny to even move.
I studied the cut. It was deep but it didn't look like it needed stitches. I applied the antiseptic cream on his cut, but he didn't wince even a little. How was he able to condone the stinging pain?
"How did this- "Just then his phone went off. I grabbed it from the table for him. I saw the name flashing on the screen, it was from some Vedh.
"No! That is the duty of the hospital. Leave it" I listen to him talk on the phone and with that he hung up the call
"Who is in the hospital?" I asked as I was dressing his cut.
"None of your business" he replied in a bored tone.
"Did you fight with someone?" I asked. I wanted to know how he injured himself this badly.
"I said it's none of your business. Stop acting like my concerned wife" he replied angrily.
I'm not acting, I'm genuinely worried for you. I can't say this to him.
When I was done with the dressing, he staggered to his feet swaying a little. He plodded unsteadily. I braced his strong and sturdy arms in my small hands. A cut wouldn't cause him so much weakness, would it? My question was answered by the smell of alcohol from him.
"I don't need your support" he dragged.
I deliberately paid no heed to him and took him to his room. He was slowly slipping into unconsciousness.
I made him sleep in his bed by pulling the comforter. He was muttering some incoherent things.
"I didn't... I don't... Why did you agree to marry me Ishita?"
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