Anuraag Agnihotri is a 27 years old NRI, comes India to attend, Wedding of his childhood's best friend, Sivan Rana's younger sister; Diya, who is living with her Uncle's family in a small town of Shimla, after the death of their parents.
Unaware of...
Diya's POV "...Chachi I am good, and yes I and Anuraag had met to his family." I said on the phone.
"They liked you?" She asked curiously.
"I don't know but they were nice to me ..so I guess they liked me..." I replied hesitantly.
"I think Anuraag is here...so I will talk to you tomorrow?" I said. "Of course dear, take care." ___
"Anuraag?" "Diya, why are you awake this late?"
"You weren't here, so I was worried, and you also left in hurry in the morning.." I replied.
"You were worried...about me?" His words sounded surprised. "Yeah." I replied.
"Oh, I have to tell you something—I am planning to take you some amazing places here...and we are moving out for a bit, in my cousin's house. So if you need any help with packing, let me know?" He said.
"So when we are leaving exactly?" I asked curiously.
"A day after tomorrow,"
"Okay." ________ I woke up in the morning with immense pain in my abdomen, was I cramping? probably. I tried to make no sound, while looking for pads. I used my intuition to guided myself to the washroom, quietly. Even though it wasn't easy for me, to walk without my cane, and few times i did bumped into the nightstand near my bed before entering the washroom.
Anuraag asked me am I okaythis morning while we having breakfast, but I can't tell him that I am on my period, it would be so weird if I would tell him. So I just Lied to him that I have head ache.
When I heard, Anuraag leaving the apartment, and going for business meeting, I instantly unfolded my cane and walked to the kitchen, I searched for "relief hot pack" but couldn't find in the cabinets. I couldn't even take any painkiller medicine as I can't see. I sat on the floor, I was crying, missing my aunt who would have helped me, in this situation, but here I am alone in a foreign country.
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"Will you stop crying to yourself, your nose is so red." I shifted from where I was sitting as I was caught off guard.
"Listen Diya, you know how you look when you cry?" Anuraag said.
"How do I look? I asked suddenly feeling self cautious about my appearance.
"Red Tomato!!" He laughed. I frowned at him, "you must be a potato then!" I stood up abruptly.
"Careful, or you will hurt your self." His voice soften.
I stopped when he held my hand. "So are you going tell me why were you crying, or not?"
"I am homesick." I replied. "Homesick eh!? But for some reason I find that hard to believe, there is more isn't it?" He asked again.
