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Part 2
She
woke up uneasily and still felt fatigue. Pratigya lazily looked around yawning
in her bed. She was in a hospital room which was neat and smelled good which
most hospitals don't. She sat back when a nurse came in smiling.
Nurse
- How are you feeling now Mrs. Pratigya Krishna?' she said looking at the plank.
Pratigya
- Who?' she asked the nurse back in surprise and amazement
The
Nurse threw back a knowing smile at her and started to check her vitals. Pratigya
kept looking at her awaiting her answer.
Nurse
- You're doing better now'
Pratigya
- What happened to me?'
Nurse
- You were in a panic shock when you reached here and in a fainted state.
You're vitals were fluctuating badly due to some stress you were taking.'
Pratigya
remembered the day before and how she had to witness the dreadful sight of
people being shot and how scared she was. A shiver ran down her spine. She
could not see another of such scene again. Yesterday's events brought back the
worse of memories back to life. The moment her life had took a complete turn
towards loneliness and sadness.
Nurse
- Eat this pill' said the nurse pulling Pratigya temporarily out of her
thoughts.
Pratigya
gulped in and smiled thankfully to the nurse. The Nurse set things around the
room which already seemed to be in place.
Nurse
- By the Way, Mr. Krishna was here all night besides you. Even when the doctor
said we will take care of you, he ignored.'
Pratigya
- Who is that?'
Nurse
- The one who bought you here; the man in a black tuxedo. Isn't he your
husband?'
Pratigya
nodded in a NO.
The
Nurse smiled at her confused and left. Pratigya was much more confused on who
this man was? First he helps her out from a panic situation and puts his name
as her husband in the hospital records. She couldn't understand if she should
thank him for rescuing or be mad at him for taking the liberty to tag his name
after hers. She felt weak and drowsy. She ignored everything else and went back
into her slumber slowly.
Krishna
was in his car while his driver cautiously drove.
Krishna
- "Get some flowers on the way" he ordered to his driver.
The
driver was surprised for a minute as he knew his master well. He never was courteous
enough so far.
Driver
- "Sir, can I ask you the occasion and for whom?"
Krishna
ignored his question. He continued to look outside. Reaching the hospital, the
driver forwarded the flower bouquet to him.
Krishna
- "Follow me"
The
driver followed confused with the bunch of tulips.
Reaching
Pratigya's door Krishna stopped by for a minute. His Driver was not sure on
what was happening. His master was hesitating.
Driver
- "Something is wrong. He is behaving different today." He thought to himself.
Krishna
took a breath and opened the door to find Pratigya still sleeping. He walked
slowly towards her. His driver ignorant of her, moved with his shoes making
enough noise to disturb. Krishna angrily turned around throwing deathly stares
causing his driver to shiver.
Driver
- "Sorry Sir" he whispered.
Krishna
- "Put the flowers on the table and leave" he whispered back.
Krishna
alone in the room with Pratigya sat beside her bed and watched her sleep. Her peaceful
posture and bangs of hair playing on her forehead due to the wind from the
window; She turned in her bed towards him. Krishna continued to look at her in
peace. This state of her bought more peace to him than her frightened one the
previous day. Somehow her being scared and in panic caused him a restlessness
which he couldn't explain to himself. He deliberately touched her white and
smooth hand and pushed a bang behind her ear. He could live that moment
forever.
Just
then, his phone beeped a message. He got back to his senses and the world he
had to live in. He quickly got back on his feet and left the room. He checked
his message and called his manager.
Krishna
- "What is it? I hired you not to guide you for every small decision."
Manager
- "Sir, we need your presence in the meeting here because you ordered this
meeting and needed clarification on some issues."
Krishna
was in rage. He missed his own meeting. What was he doing breaking his own
rules. What was it that is pulling him towards her constantly? Why can't he
just ignore her? He cut the phone and stormed out of the corridor towards an
open window. He tried to breathe some fresh air and calm down.
Krishna
- "She is nothing more than a mere woman. She is not affecting or influencing
me." He thought to himself.
Before
leaving he turned around to look at her one last time and she was right in
front of him. Pratigya looked at him with a mixed expression. Krishna couldn't utter
a word but just stare at her and looked puzzled on his own feelings. He kind of
adored her but couldn't let his feelings cloud his fake attitude. All he did
was continue to stare at her. Pratigya had her own questionnaire in her head.
Pratigya
- "So are you my husband?" she questioned with her hands folded.
Krishna
- "What?" he asked surprised.
Pratigya
- "Why did you give your name as my husband in the hospital records? Why did
you put my name as PRATIGYA KRISHNA?"
Krishna
- "I didn't" he replied her confident.
Pratigya
- "Thank you for saving me at the mall yesterday and I didn't like you putting
your name behind mine." She said proudly.
Krishna
couldn't take it. She indirectly rejected him even before he actually proposed
her. He wasn't having a plan yet to do so off course. Krishna bit his teeth in
dejection. His jawline aligned perfectly indicating he wasn't happy. His eyes
sent out danger signals.
Krishna
- "First, I am not interested in being your husband. Second, I did not give my
name as your husband. Third, I am not behind any one or anyone's name. Get
that?" he threatened.
Pratigya
was dumbstruck at his comeback. She could hardly say anything.
Krishna
continued - "You should be thank full to me but instead you put false
accusations on me. I was right, woman don't care of anyone or anything except
for themselves."
Pratigya
listened to him in disgust. Before she could come up with a counter back
attack, he held her by her hand and dragged to her room. He pushed her on the
bed landing her safely. Pratigya couldn't take criticism and abuse anymore.
Pratigya
- "Listen I" before she could complete she stepped on her rubber sandals and
slipped. Pratigya almost landed on the floor when a strong hand held her from
her waist. He pulled her back on her feet and still held her in his arm.
Pratigya reciprocated his gaze with equal amounts of feelings he was showering
upon her. Unable to get away from each other, they continued to stand there
ignoring the world around them. Her little strands of hair again danced on her
forehead, interrupting his focus on her. He pulled them aside gently while Pratigya
looked on. Krishna and Pratigya felt the
warmth that both of them shared but were ignorant of it. Krishna pulled her
closer gently allowing her to get a closer look of him. His chiseled jawline
impressed her most; on his Greek god looking face. His rough and masculine look
made her heart skip a beat. While Pratigya admired him, Krishna continued to
look at her with a strange feeling he hardly understood.
Nurse
- "Am sorry to disturb you wife and husband but, it's time for her pills" said
the nurse who stepped in and saw them together.
Krishna
and Pratigya - "NO"
Pratigya
- "I am not his wife." She said stepping back from him and his hold.
Krishna
- "I am not her husband either" he said looking at Pratigya and his hand which
was still in the air. He quickly put his hand back in his pockets.
Krishna
- "Treat her well. Panic shock has made her mad as well. She thinks I am her
husband." He retorted.
Pratigya
looked at him fuming. The Nurse watched all this smiling.
Nurse
- "Whatever maybe. I need you to take your pill and I will leave you both alone
again."
Krishna
and Pratigya looked at the nurse in disbelief. She still thinks they are wife
and husband.
Nurse
handed the pill and let Pratigya eat it while Krishna watched on.
Nurse
- "I wouldn't interrupt you now till the next administered dose"
Krishna
- "I am not interested in staying here. I have much more important work to do
than visiting stupid people."
The
Nurse left the room still believing that they were wife and husband. Pratigya
fumed at him and came forward with her finger pointing towards him with a
counter back.
Pratigya
- "Listen, I am being good to you only because you helped me out from the mall
yesterday. I will not tolerate anymore Mr. Rude"
Krishna
- "What did you just say?" he questioned in a threatening tone.
Pratigya
sensed she was being very rude to him by calling him MR. Rude. He took a step
forward towards her while she stepped back until she hit the wall with no
further to go. He was furious at her and trapped her between his hands against the
wall. He leaned closer allowing her to smell his scent. She could listen to her
own breath and is being touched by his warm breath. She could hardly move and
his dangerously close proximity started to scare her slowly. Her forehead
started to fold in wrinkles stating her worry of being unwantedly close to
someone.
Krishna
was still fuming at her but her discomfort alerted him. He slowly moved back a
little and held her in his arms. Pratigya was already breathing hard. He put
his hand on her head and tried to soothe her.
Krishna
- "Its ok. Shh, calm down now. I won't hurt you" he assured.
Pratigya
calmed down and moved aside freeing herself from him feeling embarrassed.
Pratigya
- "Thanks for the flowers. Thanks for saving me yesterday." She said
Krishna
- "You've already thanked me. Doctor said you can go home. Can I drop you?" he
asked.
Pratigya
- "NO" she immediately replied back.
Krishna
was taken aback by her blunt reply. He looked at her agitated. No one declines
his offer.
Krishna
- "Fine. TC" he retorted and exited from there without any further word said.
Pratigya
watched him move away and tears rolled down her eyes.
Pratigya
thought to herself - How can I let you drop me back? For some unknown time I have
been suffering loneliness and your presence flushed away all my depression. How
can I let you know that I live in an area where decent woman wouldn't dare to enter?
How will I be able to feel you being disgusted about me? How can I let you know
my profession?
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