Fortress around the heart~ViSa and RaVya FF~Part 36 updated pg 68 - Page 48

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PART 34

Vikrant's Residence:

Where the heck is the doctor? Vikrant wondered as he held the cotton against Sarita's bruised waist. His temper was reaching a new high as he waited for the physician's arrival. Or was his impatience stemming from the worry he held for his wife's condition? He pondered. He drifted off to what happened a little earlier.

He was scared stiff when he heard her wail in pain a little earlier. The thought that she might be hurt sent his heart racing and his feet too. The few seconds it took him to reach her seemed like a lifetime.

And when he saw her in agony, his brain stopped functioning for a few seconds. And when he did manage to bring himself back to the present, he rushed to her rescue, his mind all the time screaming, Oh God, no!!! Not again! Not once again! He took several deep breaths, trying to control his emotions. He convinced himself, repeatedly saying Calm down, Vikrant! You getting tense or scared will not help matters. Sarita will be fine, don't worry. He just blocked his mind from thinking about What if it happens again?

He sprung into action, picked her and realized that she weighed feather light; this detail diverted his attention from his inner turmoil for the moment. Her fragile frame pushed him to wonder if she was taking care of herself at all. He suddenly remembered how tense she looked before, during and after their marriage. She adapted herself so seamlessly into the role as Abhi's mother that he just took her for granted and failed to notice how frail she appeared. And it looked like the constant pressure that he consciously forced upon her during this entire period, just because he seemed to have trust issues, didn't help matters either. When was the last time someone actually took care of her instead of the other way round? He deliberated.

He hurried Kajri to call the doctor and proceeded to take his wife to their room, his eyes all time oscillating between Sarita and Abhiman, whose face was filled with concern for his mother. He placed her delicate body on their mattress; the same mattress where her body writhed with passion under his the night before, he recollected. That was before his eyes took note of the spot on her sari that was soaked with blood, which brought back many dreadful memories to life that lay dormant for a long time.

He once again tried to shake off all the awful thoughts that kept plaguing his mind for the past few minutes and tried to deflect his thoughts by searching for the first aid kit.

When he found one, he sat beside her opening the box and avoiding glancing at the cut across her side. He just could not bring himself to see that kind of bruise, not again! He focused on his son, who also seemed extremely tense and gently assured him that his mother would be alright. He ushered him out before pushing aside the garment that covered the bruise and placed an ample amount of cotton on it.

He noticed her pain-filled face and his fingers automatically found its way to her forehead and temple, gently caressing her tender skin and the few tendrils that rested there. He continued doing it, when he saw her relax under his touch. He would do anything to take her pain away he vowed.

And when Sarita surprised him with a hesitant smile and a thank you, he embraced it, but a little cautiously. He did not want to hope too much. Moreover his mind was running a million miles a minute with unpleasant memories. All he needed to hear from the doctor was that his wife was alright. Those were the only words that would lessen the tension coursing through his body.

So now, here he sat, keeping at bay his ever increasing concern, waiting for the doctor to arrive. Relief flooded through his system the moment she entered the room and he had to control his tone and temper, for his wife's sake.

Dr. Tripati examined her wound and said, "It is just a gash, Mr. Suryavanshi and though it appears scary, you have nothing to worry about." Vikrant slowly released the breath that he unknowingly held. He did not leave Sarita's side the entire time.

"Please hold the cotton to it, while I check her ankle." She instructed, proceeding to do so.

"Her ankle seems a little swollen. So I suggest you get it x-rayed and show her to an orthopedist, Mr. Suryavanshi. I don't think it is fractured, but always better to rule it out with a thorough check up with the concerned specialist, alright?" Dr. Tripati said with a gentle smile and quickly wrote down a medicine saying. "I am prescribing a pain killer for the time being, okay?"

Thank you god! Vikrant expressed his gratitude mentally, before the doctor asked him to step away from Sarita, which he reluctantly did. He did not waste time, calling the hospital right away and fixing an appointment. Nothing was more important to him right now than his wife. He made another call, this time to his office to postpone all his meetings for the next day.

The doctor was done bandaging his wife, who seemed lost in thought. He stepped out of the room and closed the door gently behind him. After Dr. Tripati left, he arranged for the medicines to be purchased. He paced the hall for a little while, composing himself, before he went in search of Abhi. When he could not find him inside the house, he stepped into the garden area. He found him seated on the bench, with his head bowed and his chubby face creased with worry for his mother.

Vikrant tiptoed towards his son, ensuring that he did not startle him. He came to a halt before him and bent down to his level. And when Abhi looked up to meet his gaze, he smiled tenderly and said, "Your mama is fine, Abhi. The doctor checked her and she is alright." Abhi's face bloomed with a huge smile and he jumped forward to gleefully hug his dad. Vikrant stroked his nape and murmured reassuring words.

"Papa, can I go and meet mama? Please?" Abhi requested his dad who nodded his head. He ran towards the house with Vikrant following him closely. Abhi barged into the room and Vikrant hurriedly said, "Be careful Abhi! Mama's ankle is still not okay."

Vikrant noticed Sarita watching him. Abhi sat beside his mother and she turned slightly towards him, picked his hand and placed it between hers.

He heard his wife say, "Abhi beta, I know that you were scared a little earlier. But don't worry, my darling, I will be fine. Okay? Mama is really very sorry, Abhi!"

Abhi met her gaze and said, "I am so happy that nothing happened to you, mama!" and hugged her with relief. Sarita winced a little when his elbow jabbed at her wound, but immediately held up her hand to stop Vikrant from scolding Abhi. Vikrant retreated and understood how anxious Abhi must have been. Abhi did not want to let go of her and hugged her tighter.

Vikrant's eyes softened a little as he continued his scrutiny of the pair with Sarita saying, "Abhi, now that you can see that mama is alright, can you go to school, please?"

Abhi immediately pulled out of the embrace and responded saying, "But mama, who will take care of you if I go to school?"

Sarita smiled, touched by his concern and before she could answer him, her husband did, saying, "I will, Abhi. Papa is not going to office today and I promise you that I will help your mama. So can you please go to school now?" He asked.

"Yes, papa" he said and once again hugged his mom. "I love you mama! Bye!"

"I love you too, beta!" Sarita reciprocated tightening their embrace one last time, before letting go.

Vikrant once again left the room to arrange for Abhi to be dropped at school. He stroked his forehead as he proceeded towards his room; his mind suddenly coming up with questions, now that the tension receded. What if the counter top hit Sarita's back and she broke a few ribs? What if she had hit her head in the process? What if.. He loosened his tie, removed his blazer and rolled up the sleeves as he entered their room and closed the door.

The dread that initially took over his senses was gradually being replaced by anger at his wife's carelessness.

"What the hell were you thinking, Sarita?" he fumed flinging his blazer on the nearest chair.

To be continued...

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Guys, thank you so much in advance for giving it a read. I have still not read my previous updates of this fic, so if there are any mistakes, kindly forgive me! The back story for Vikrant will come up soon. I think u guys might curse me for this chapter. So tata, bye bye and see you, for now. hehe

PART 35

Sarita did a double take the moment those words left her husband's mouth. Gone was the man who was gentle and caring just a few minutes ago, only to be replaced by a man who was furious. She could not understand what angered him all of a sudden. She found him glaring at her and opened her mouth to retort but was silenced by his next outburst.

Vikrant looked fiercely at Sarita wondering why she had to take the risk of climbing the step stool to reach for whatever was in the overhead cupboard. He clenched and unclenched his fists to ease his temper but to no avail.

He fumed, "What the hell were you thinking, Sarita? Do you even think for a second before doing things or are you always this careless in everything you do? Couldn't you have waited for Ramu Kaka to come? What was the necessity to reach for the box by yourself?"

Sarita tried to interrupt him saying, "But.."

There was nothing to stop his flow of words and thoughts now. "Did you consider about what would happen to Abhi if something happened to you?" he said through clenched teeth.

He was so angry at her actions that he did not care what he uttered. He wanted to make her understand that her negligence would affect two people in this world greatly, who loved her to the core; who were worried sick for the past few minutes. He wanted to convey that they cared for her deeply and did not want to lose her at any cost; that they loved her, HE loved her. But what he did not realize was that the feelings he wanted to express through words did not come out as planned. The only emotion that his wife seemed to catch was his anger, which he did not seem to notice either.

He continued, only to be interrupted by a knock on the door at a crucial time. "Did you ever wonder what would happen to m.." me, he murmured to himself, before cursing out loud at the disturbance. He composed himself before opening the door for the unwanted visitor.

"Sorry to interrupt, sir. I brought the medicine as requested." Ramu Kaka said. Vikrant gestured him to leave it on the side table.

Sarita took the moment to ponder over what just transpired. It was getting increasingly difficult to understand her husband and his mood swings. She was confused by his behavior by the day. A few minutes ago things were starting to look up and now here they were again, back to square one!

She understood when she entered this marriage that it was one of convenience. What bothered her was that that seemed to be her husband's only concern. She wondered if the gentle Vikrant Suryavanshi she encountered a few minutes ago was just a speck of her imagination. He seemed to be concerned about her well-being a little earlier; but she just realized that he had a vested interest behind the anxiousness he felt for her. His worry was what would happen to his son; the same son whom she loved dearly and for whom she would go to any length. For him, this marriage was still a business deal. But for her it meant everything and she wanted to make sure that she conveyed the same to him once and for all.

Vikrant waited for kaka to leave and went by the bedside to give Sarita her medicine. She looked at him with confused eyes and wondered, what is this now?!

"Here, take this tablet." He said, pulling one out from the strip and handing her the tumbler of water along with it.

She extended her palm to take it; because her ankle was throbbing with pain and so was her waist and she really needed the drug to ease it a little, even though the underlying anger was stopping her from receiving it.

Vikrant looked at her confused state and realized that he was too harsh with her. He waited for her to finish and started to explain his intentions when he noticed her placing the tumbler back. "Sarita, I just wanted to..say.." and stopped gradually the moment he saw his wife's defiant stance and raised palm.

Sarita just did not have any energy left in her to hear whatever he had to say. So, the moment he started to talk, she raised her hand to stop him. She was thoroughly vexed with his wishy washy behavior and decided she had enough of it.

"Please stop it, Mr.Suryavanshi! I have no interest in what you have to say. And I think you have made it amply clear what you did want to say. You do not have to sacrifice your precious time for me. I will make it to the doctors' on my own. You can attend to your office work."

She paused a little before adding, "I just want to make one thing clear though. I love Abhi a lot and would not do anything that would affect him adversely. I think it is time you understood that. I don't think I need to take advice from a man who used to leave his little boy who was scared of darkness alone and to fend for himself; who used to come home drunk! And just for your information, anyone would step on a stool to pick something which they cannot reach for on their own. I just don't understand why I am at fault for something that anyone would do on a regular basis."

She took a deep breath before she uttered the last few words, "And if you don't mind I would like to get some rest now before I visit the doctor." She lay down carefully on the unhurt side and closed her eyes to stem the flow of hot tears.

Vikrant stood speechless. What Sarita said just now stung him. But he also knew that she was right; that when she met him, he was not a great dad to Abhi. He was over protective mainly because of one reason. He wanted to tell her that once upon a time he was a loving husband and a dad, but she might not be interested in hearing him out at present.

He understood that he hurt Sarita badly every time he criticized her parenting techniques. And this time it seemed to have really tested her patience level. He was at fault and he knew that. He hung his head low and started to leave the room.

As he stepped out of the room, all the dreadful memories that he kept locked inside his heart seemed to find a way out on its own. And he did nothing to stop it this time; he knew that he had to face them some day or the other. And gradually one after the other the most painful moments of his life took shape with every step he took towards his study. His only hope though was that he could share them with Sarita someday...

TBC...

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Pallavi🤗 So glad you've decided to update the FF, awesome update.these two are still misunderstanding each other!! sigh! Looking forward to the next update and may be the other FF as well ,we are greedy😛

First a big thank you Pallavi for updating the story inspite of your hectic schedule. 🤗