Chapter 7

Khushi Locked the Door and Opened the Flap Of Toilet Pot and Threw Up.

"Khushi, Open The Dooor " Arnav Said Banging the Washroom Door.
"Khushi. . . . What Happened ??? Are You Okay?? Open The f**king Door , Dammmit "

Arnav Was Panicking Now. . . . . Thank God !!! The Door had Lock Which Can Be Opened By Some Pointy Object. . . .

Arnav Opened The Door with The Help Of Khushi's Hair Pin. . . .

All He Could See Khushi Near the Toilet Seat Vommiting Badly. . . . . He At Once, Went By Her Side. . . . . Tucked Her Hair Behind Ears and Smoothly Starting Rubbing Her Back.

After Khushi Was Done. . . . . She Felt Her Head Spinning and She Almost Toppled Over, When Arnav Held Her And picked Her Up And Carried Her To the Bed.

Pulling the Covers Off her, He Strictly Advised Her Not To Move From There and Left From There. After Some Time, He was Back with a Some Little Box and Placed It On Night Stand.

"Next Time, When You Get Feeling Of Nausea, Grab Some Saltiness Off this Night Stand" Said Arnav with a Concern in His Tone.

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