The closeness sent shivers through my spine. His eyes roaming on my face and then finally settling on my lips before meeting my eyes again. I felt like he can see through me, what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. I can even hear my own heartbeat in this quite environment....wait quite??
I prayed my eyes away and listened again " why did the music stopped??" I asked more to my self and looked towards Aarsh and his face showed he was also thinking the same thing. He started swimming me tagging along. We reach the edge and I climb up. He was about to do the same when I remembered something. "Wait!" I looked around the pool and found what I was searching for " my dupatta" I said pointing towards it. Aarsh shook his head and brought me my dupatta. " Thank..."
" BHAI!!!!!..... BHABHI!!!"
Shreya.
I looked at Aarsh and he hurriedly climbed up and we start running towards the front and met Shreya halfway.
"Bhai!!" she cried, tears running down her cheeks as she saw us. Aarsh held her shoulders and roam his eyes on his body checking for any injuries.
"Shreya, are you okay? what happened why are you crying??" he asked worry clearly visible on his face and I looked at Shreya.
"Shreya what is it??" I asked when she didn't said anything.
"Da..Dadaji.." she sobbed.
"Dadaji?? what happened to him??" Aarsh asked her and when she didn't said anything, he ran.
"Shreya listen to me. Nothing is going to happen to him, Okay? Let's go to him." I said and pulled her to the front.
When we got where the Holi party was going on,we saw that no-one was playing anymore and there is a circle of people around a settee. I pushed through the crowd holding Shreya's hand tightly.
"No need to worry. He's just unconscious. He don't have much strength now, so got tired and fainted. Aarsh, send someone to buy these things and lets get him inside." the doctor that I remember to be Dadaji's doctor and also a family friend gave Aarsh the list probably medicines and all, and they all took Dadaji inside.
In recent days Dadaji's condition is getting worse, in fact now his illness is starting to show on his body too. he got thinner, start to pant after walking just a little, dark circles under his eyes, hands shaking and many more. But he doesn't rests, even comes to office every other day.
" It's okay Shreya. You heard the doctor, he just needs to rest and then he'll be fine. Now stop crying, Dadaji won't like it. " I said side hugging Shreya and rubbing her arm to calm her down.
***
" I've taken his blood tests and his blood pressure is normal. Also he's awake." Doctor uncle said while coming out of Dadaji's room and into the living room and everyone stood up to meet Dadaji " but..." And everyone stopped wherever they were " he wants to meet Aarsh and Swara only."
Aarsh didn't heard anything and started to walk. Taking that as my queue I also took off behind him nodding at the doctor. We enter the room and Aarsh went and sit beside Dadaji. Dadaji looked at me and motioned me to come closer. I went and stood on the opposite side of the bed.
Dadaji looked at Aarsh and he was looking at the bed sheet "Aarsh... don't make that face, I'm not dying yet. Though it could be soon."
"Dadaji.." Aarsh started to protest but Dadaji spoke again.
"I know my body beta...In the last months before your Dadi died, she used to say that her time is coming. She used to tell me about my works, my schedule that I must follow after her. She used to remind me of my medicines and all the things that I have to do behind her. I never understood how can one know when they are going to die. And then one day...she told me not to go to work, and I didn't. She told me she wanted to sleep in my arms for the last time...I was..I was so angry at her for saying something like that but did what she said...and..." there was a long pause before Aarsh completed his words "And she never woke up"
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