Originally posted by: SlytherInMe.
Drabble #5:
“Achoo,” Shiva sneezed for the tenth time, followed by a series of coughs. Raavi patted his back in a soothing manner while the rest of the family looked at him with worry. They had taken extra precautions during the pandemic to limit contact with anyone outside of the house but the fear of contracting the virus was constantly present. It didn’t help that Shiva had been showing the symptoms for the past thirty minutes.
“Shiva, are you okay? Do you think you have COVID?” Raavi asked while pacing back and forth in front of him, the concern etched into her forehead. She had told the bhootnath multiple times to reduce his hours at the store but since they were an essential business, they had decided to keep it open to distribute rations.
“COVID?” Dhara stuttered out, the distraught in her voice evident as her hands begin to shake. Shiva looked at his Bhabhi and cursed the chipkali for scaring everyone else.
“Ae Chipkali, stop worrying everyone. The symptoms align more with a common cold than the virus,” Shiva said in between a fit of coughs. Everyone tried to convince themselves that this was the case, but his growing symptoms were doing nothing to ease their worries.
“Are you sure Shiva? Do you feel warm? Do you have chills? Are you able to taste anything?” Raavi rambled off questions, her knowledge about the virus was limited but she was aware of the most common symptoms.
Without even thinking about their surroundings, Shiva replied, “I could taste you just fine this morning.” Raavi’s eyes widened in shock and a deep, red blush spread all over her cheeks and down towards her neck. Everyone coughed at his admission, biting back smiles, and looking away in an attempt to not make Raavi feel even more uncomfortable.
Shiva realized what he had said and stuttered, “I meant…I meant I could taste your food…yea, your food just fine.” A similar blush had risen up his cheeks and he averted his eyes from everyone, cursing himself for his unfiltered mouth.
“But Dhara Bhabhi was the one who made today’s breakfast, are you sure you meant Raavi Bhabi’s food?” Krish replied innocently. He was the only one that had not caught onto the sexual innuendo and was confused why everyone was blushing from the conversation.
Everyone glared at him for making the situation even more awkward and simultaneously said, “tu phir bola.”
“Maine kya kiya,” he shouted while running away with Shiva close behind, the symptoms long forgotten.
