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~For Shakti~
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#16: It doesn't look like you'll need stitches...
"How bad is it?" Twinkle says, her head tilted up and away from the gaping hole in her hand. "Am I going to make it?"
Kunj lets out a small chuckle despite the gory situation at hand. "You'll live. And, it doesn't look like you'll need stitches"
And like those being the magic words, she quickly whips her head back to look at him and her hand. Her eyes nearly pop out of her head at the sight. Her lips quiver and tears begin to well her eyes. "Kunj tum pakka-pakka bol rahe ho na? Sach mein mujhe stitches nahi lagegey na?"
"Haan baba, main sach bol raha hoon. Tujhe itni si choti chot ke liye stitches nahi lagegey. Par phir bhi humme dressing ke liye doctor ke paas jaana chahiye."
It takes a lot of convincing, bribing and ultimately threatening on his part for Twinkle to finally agree on seeing a doctor. The only reason she was adamant on not going to a doctor was because she was convinced she was going to get stitches. She doesn't know from what angle Kunj found her wound Choti si chot' but she was pretty sure she could see a bit of her flesh. But more than that she was sure Kunj was trying to trick her to see a doctor because even he knew that she would need stitches.
"Kunj please na, hum nahi jaate hai na. Hum dressing ghar par hi kar degey na. Kunj dekho please na." She tells him in the car. They were halfway already there and with each passing meter Twinkle's whines and plea grew in strength and frequency. "Kunj, Kunj, please na?"
"TWINKLE!" he finally raises his voice. He was going to take her to the doctor if that's the last thing he does! Lord knows he tried persuading her in other ways but her fear of needles was not helping him and he will be damned if he lets her fear stop him from getting her treated. "Chup! Hum doctor ke paas jayegey. Woh teri dressing karegey aur phir hum ghar jayegey! End of discussion."
He turns to look at her at the red light, pouty lips and teary eyes. He lets out a sigh of defeat knowing that he shouldn't have yelled but she needs the medical attention lest the wound get infected. "Dekh, Twinkle I am sorry, mujhe chillana nahi chahiye tha. Par tu bhi samajh na, agar hum doctor ke pass nahi gaye toh wound infected bhi ho sakhta hai na. Aur phir toh tujhe pakka injections lagegey."
The tears now are on the verge of spilling over and her lips quiver as she speaks. "Kunj, pakka stitches nahi lagegey na?"
And they are back to square one.
Twinkle and Kunj were sitting in the waiting room of the clinic. However, to a passer-by, it could seem that Kunj was sitting and Twinkle was more like one second away from making a mad dash out of the room, the only thing that kept her in place was Kunj's hand firmly placed on her leg.
"Mrs. Sarna" The nurse's voice quips. "The doctor is ready to see you know."
"Ready?" Kunj asks Twinkle as he stand up.
Yup, ready to run!' she thinks while offering him a small hesitant smile. He takes a small step in the nurse's direction. Well that was enough opportunity for Twinkle. She gives Kunj a light shove further in the nurse's direction before running down the opposite direction, towards the exit and towards freedom.
"TWINKLE! Twinkle! Rukh!" She can hear him screaming behind her.
She was so close to the exit-oh so close to sweet-sweet freedom. She could practically taste the sticky humid air on her tongue when two strong arms wrap themselves around her midriff. Damn him and his wide strides and his huge steps and curse her and her teeny tiny steps! "Nooo! Kunj Chodo!"
So say that the doctor was surprised, would be an understatement. Not ever, in his practice of 25 years has he ever seen a grown up as Twinkle herself be carried in, kicking and screaming, by her husband like Kunj was doing. He doesn't know where to start. "Um, yes how may I be at your service?" He asks, once Kunj had forcefully placed Twinkle on one of the two seats there and glued her to the spot with his intense, anger filled glare.
"Doctor isse chote lagi hai, please dekhiye." Kunj says without taking his eyes off of Twinkle. Frankly speaking it scared the doctor a little bit too-Kunj's intense gaze.
After a minute or two of examining the wound, the doctor concludes "Hmm, stitches ki zarrorat toh hai. Par aap ghabraye mat Mrs. Sarna, sirf teen-char stitches hi lagegey!"
Hell broke lose all over again...
It took an unbelievably long hour for Twinkle to finally agree on getting the stitches in. And it was done in an unbelievable way too!
Twinkle sitting on Kunj's lap, her good hand wound around his neck in a death grip. Her wounded arm extended towards the doctor and a curtain between her and the doctor so that there was no chance that she could see what was happening.
Kunj yet can't believe the comical situation!
"Kunj dard toh nahi hoga na?" she says letting out a hiss not knowing that the doctor was actually applying a numbing cream on.
Kunj notices the fear in her voice and is quick to reassure her despite wanting to laugh out loud. "Dekh agar tu aise hi darrti rahegi toh tu ice cream ka plan bhool hi ja. Aur yeh bhi samjhe le ki aaj se sab tujhe Sherni nahi Bheegi billi bulayegey!"
He thought that maybe the Sherni dialogue would do the trick. Being called a Bheegi billi would bruise her ego too much for it to be acceptable to her. But-
"Two scoops ice creams?"
"One!"
"Kunj please!" She says breaking their hug and looking at him. "Dekho mujhe chaar stitches lag rahe hai, So Two stitches for one ice cream ka hisaab lagate hai na!"
Kunj raises a single brow, unconvinced.
"Kunj. Please na."
Ultimately they end up having four scoops of ice cream because Twinkle and her emotional attyachaar skills.
The doctor never wants to see them in his clinic again-EVER!
THE END
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