Set fire to the rain (Thread 2 announcement) - Page 19

Originally posted by: aroran

Madhu slapped Rk 😲 ... Both deserved it actually .

No, MIL slapped both RK & Madhu

Nice update dear 😆

🥳Hpp w er 🥳

You too. I have 12 more hours to go till the new year😆

Originally posted by: anushka2112

Hellooo
ur my honey Bonny ...pumpkin pumpkin ...what an idea comes to u Jasleen Ji ...

Do you really want to go there? Challenge accepted. Let's see if you can top this:

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12Z6pWhM6TA[/YOUTUBE]

now m tired of praising u yaawwannn ...lolz. ...great story head. ...ur writing is sometimes head shaking to me spl when m in hurry. ...its pleasure to read u ,ur variations always. ...

You are equal awesome😳

Wowww young kundras ..(girlfriend and wife ...awww so cute )...not bachpan ka pyaaar but jawani ka pyaar. ...lol. ..
Waiting for blasting reaction of madhu 's mom ...

Madhu's mum is dead.

Originally posted by: SHINYSHREYA

NICE UPDATE.👍🏼

Originally posted by: Licyabhingya

i really like the subtle ways of rk to show he cares... i love madhu's sarcasm n oh the dialogue exchange... i love english literature n ur ff keeps me hooked coz of ur brilliant narration skills

Our room was so big, it was insult to call it a room. The walls enclosed a middle class family home equipped with its own entertainment corner and two walk in closets, both of which were stuffed with Rishabh's belongings. Guess who the shopaholic is in this marriage?

I was not about to crash on the couch. I requested a maid to get me an air mattress.

"We are both adults here. Hop on", Rishabh listened in from the bed. He signalled the maid to leave and I rested my textbooks on the nightstand.

"Are you one of those bed readers?"

I began reading.

"I want all eyes on muah when I talk", he snatched my notes away.

"Aren't you a little attention seeker?"

"I changed my mind about the test. Teach me".

Was he bluffing?

"I changed my mind too. Bribe the teacher".
"Do as I say peasant".

"Your highness, what is a supernova?"

"You started already?" He was caught off guard.

"That is what you wanted".

"I have to go a party tomorrow, wanna come with?"

"I'll pass. Revision now?"

And, that is how I spent my first night in our marital home. ______________________________________________________________________________

I woke up early, for some last minute library study sessions. I didn't what I was supposed to do as his wife. Was I suddenly expected to be his personal stylist? Come on, I am the kinda girl who wears a sack for clothes. Fashion in not my thing. Cook for him? Nah, he had enough people to do that. Leave a note maybe? Was I expected to inform him of my whereabouts? I decided to text him. Wait, I did not have his number. I posted a sticky on his cellphone.

Here is my number. Text me if you need me. Good luck :)

My eyes were fixated on the phone the entire three hours I sat in the library. The only time I put away that damned thing was to write my test. The sun went down but I did not hear back from him. Around mid night, he rung me up.

"Where on earth are you? You skipped the test".

"Party. Come get me", his voice sounded different. Was he in pain?

"Where are you Rishabh?"

"Main Road near the temple".

I knew something was out of place and I raced against the winds to reach him. His vehicle had been crushed from what looked like a head on collision with a truck. I frantically searched for my husband. He lay unconscious in the back seat, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. I called for an ambulance. I waited for ten minutes but, no sign of help. The driver in the front looked critical. When medical assistance arrived, Rishabh and the driver were rushed to the nearest hospital.

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I knew this feeling all too well. His eyes covered in dark patches, bruised blue and black. The green veins were showing where the blush of his cheeks once lay. A pale hue covering the regular crimson of his lips. A partially swollen temple from laying on one side too long. The signs were not good. Last time I saw my mom with the same symptoms and her dead body left the hospital. I did not want to lose another being to the incinerator called the hospital. I rushed into the emergency ward where a nurse was attending a personal call.

The patient to Rishabh's right pressed his button and called for the nurse' attention. But, she did not give him a second look. I snatched her cellular device and asked her for patient care.

"Tum apni baari ke liye ruko maidaam aur ab toh tumhare marad ka number aakhir mein aayega". She assigned me a punishment as if I had committed a crime.

"I know the law through and through. You could be charged with medical negligence. A government appointed nurse should act professionally when the patients ask for assistance".

"Angeregi maidaam, show off your language skills somewhere else. This is a Sarkari Hospital, the system is clogged with corruption". She referred to the system like it was an entity alien to her. Like she was not a part of the system.

"One phone call and you are looking at termination, cancellation of your nursing license and a hefty law suit. I am a Kundra". That was the only occasion I had used my marital last name to my advantage or, used it all for that matter.

She gave the suffering patient a morphine shot and checked Rishabh for his vitals.

"He is not going to make it". She gave me a disgusted look like she wished for him to die. Rishabh's father had quickly mobilized the best physicians to travel down to Shimla Civil and treat his son.

As they rushed him down to the ICU, I managed to get a hold of the head doctor.

"He hasn't sustained internal injuries from the accident. I am worried about the alcohol poisoning. Its hard to tell but, we will take a look now. Stay strong". He rushed in with the rest of the medical squad.

I was scared for Rishabh. I did not want my presence to prove ominous. I wanted him walk out of the hospital alive.

Six nerve wrecking hours later, I was allowed to visit him. He looked better, less swollen and more wrapped in dressing . "Hey", I took his hand in mine. "Welcome to paradise".

"I didn't die", he whispered in a condescending tone.

"You are in heaven, the Himalayan footsteps".

"Pshht". I have noticed the locals fail to comprehend the beauty of Shimla. Am I the only exception? These rich kids have their head in the sand, amazed by material wonders when nature holds much more.

"Yeah, yeah", Rishabh twisted his nose side to side. "What happened?"

"Baby drank too much milk. Came here for a burping", I used his sarcasm on him.

"Don't tell me this is one of those refugee shelters", he inspected the room with X-ray eyes.

"I won't".

"You mean it is".

"Infer what you may". I lay on the bed beside him. My action took him by surprise.

"Are you planning to take advantage of an injured man?" He covered his chest with his good hand.

"No, I am just here for the neck rubs".

I turned on a contraption that lightly massaged our necks. He felt ticklish.

"Turn it off", he laughed.

"Laughter is the best medicine", I turned the machine on a higher setting.

"Give me that. Ouch".
I turned to tend to his ache.

"Gotcha", he pulled my toy away.

"Only cause you are sick".

"Say the girl who is losing", he stuck his tongue out.

"Game on".

I was about to make the next move when I heard the familiar noise of high heels. Mama Kundra was in the house.

"Darling, what happened? Did she drive? Or worse, did you drive? You should have let the driver who is actually capable of getting the job done, do his job".

Redundant much?

"The driver was drunk out his mind. Hence, the accident". I pulled away his mother who put all her body weight on Rishabh's wounded legs to express concern.

"Alcohol poisoning, mum. The usual hosh posh", he stated as if this was a routine procedure.

"Rishu, please tell your wife to know better. We are the Kundras. We have got a reputation to keep. This Sarkari dump is not our place to be". She tilted her head to make contact with my eyes. "Honey, Rishabh's dad won't see his son because he hasn't stepped foot in this place in his life".

"A thank you would have sufficed madam". I was shell shocked at a mother's reaction to her son's saviour. "I tried my best given that I ran past midnight, on a bicycle to get medical assistance. I will be sure to know your standard and stay miles away next time". I walked out. Then, walked back in. "By the way, the rate he is going, there will not be many next times before cirrhosis".

"She is a fire tornado", I heard her tell Rishabh.

Minutes later, she came and took a seat next to me.

"Honey, I am sorry. I have seen this so many times that I have sorta become habituated. I didn't mean to undermine your effort. I simply don't want the press to get involved. You are angel and thank you for you do. Take good care of him. I hope you can see beyond the bling and the Gucci belt and the Hermes bag and…" She lost her train of thought.

"I think I get your point". I stopped her before we ended up at the cuckoo station. "I will go check on him now".

I hear my phone vibrate. Louie's name flashed on the screen. I decided to pick up.

"Hear me out Madhu", he said in a hoarse voice.

Hope you like it😃 Happy new year to all. May you have prosperous times ahead.

Originally posted by: Vsoujanya

hahhaaha MADHU IS AWESOME! she is so strong and witty I love it!👏