He's a caring person, way too much caring. The way he holds me so gently and the soft voice he use when he talks to me.
"I can walk fine by my own now, you don't have to lift me up, but you can support me." I murmur against his chest, even though I'm grateful that he's lifting me up, I don't want to bother him.
He has lifted me more than five times in a single day and I'm feeling embarrassed and weak now. Who can't even walk with a sprain ankle.
"It's okay. I don't think you should walk even a step now." His voice vibrates against my ear and I fell silent, keeping my head on his steady heartbeats.
They are so serene to feel under your skin as if they're chanting soothing words to your soul.
Once we enter the room he gently places me on the bed, my hands graze from his neck to his collar until they fell into my lap. Over the white and red silk saree.
He walks over and open the duvet then walks to close the window which was busting cold air since we've entered. "You might be thirsty," he mumbles as he hands me a glass of water.
Taking the glass from me after i drink half of it, he sets it on the table and walks the other side of the bed.I observe him as he rubs his chest gently before sitting on the bed.
Seeing him I realised, how I punched him earlier.I should say sorry to him telling it wasn't intentional and that I got scared.
"I'm sorry about that." I point at his chest where I've punched him earlier. It came out as instinctively when I feel someone lifting me up abruptly while I was saving my eyes from the smoke.
Lifting my eyes, I observe him. A corner of his lips tips up a bit before he said, "so you do remember you punched me." I bite my lower lip regretting the time my fist came on his chest.
My gaze shifts down at my lap, watching the cloth getting twist between my fingers in a slight nervousness. Biting my inner cheek, I mumble "Itna zor se nahi mara tha maine." It was a light punch, but it wasn't the point.
I feel him shifting, then his voice came "but it's hurting." I look up at him, with both hands over his chest where his heart is, a slight smile was on his lips.
"Stop being dramatic." I huff, finally getting he's not serious at all.
My eyes fixed where his hands are. "You punched my precious heart and I'm being dramatic? How rude." There's a hint of chuckle at the end of his words, sounding pleasing to my ears.
"How cute." I mumble to myself and turn away, twisting my lips in an annoying way. Because he's annoying me now with his ruffled hair, slightly squinted eyes and the subtle smile on his lips.
A laugh broke his lips and I closed my eyes. Wishing he didn't listen the 'how cute'.
Feeling slightly tired from the whole day travelling, I clutched the sheets around and shifts back swallow the pain I feel in my ankle while doing it.
I turn my back to straighten the pillow so I could sit against the headrest only to find Veer already doing it. He holds my arm gently before helping me to rest my back against the soft pillow.
My eyes fixed on his face. He cares, too much. And I can't handle it because it reminds me of someone who didn't bother to held my hand when I tripped. "Well, Mrs.Oberoi there's no need to feel sad about hitting my heart and just rest now."
My eyes shift from his face towards his chest. I feel his hand pushing a strand of hair behind my ear, he rubs the skin near my forehead and a warmth films inside me. His hand hiked up and he ruffles my hairs causing them to fall over my face.
Is it okay if I punch his chest again? "Sorry." I mumble once again and fixed my hairs. He smiles and nods but he didn't move, his hand was still lingering on my head. "Do you need anything?" He asks resting his back against the headrest just like me.
But keeps his hand on my head caressing it gently and softly. Shaking my head in no, I close my eyes and let my head fall back.
A whimper escaped me when I try to stretch my leg, the pain came back with a slight sensation. Hearing me, his hand stops "keep your toes relaxed." He murmured, his was gentle then suddenly a phone rings diverting his attention from me.
Taking his phone from bedside table he observes the screen before turning to me "I'll be back and don't move that leg, okay." saying this stepped out of bed and walked towards the window.
I caress my head on my own for a few seconds then picks up my phone, searching about sprained ankles on google. The method r.i.c.e shows up.
I read further, how I should I rest at first then use ice to reduce pain and swelling after that compression which includes bandages and I'm not a very big fan of them.
My eyes blurs as I keep staring at the screen trying to read the words, I blink and wipe the water from the corner of my eyes. And reads further.
Something touches my lips, the smell of spice fills my senses. And unknowingly my lips part and the taste of spicy paneer explodes on my tongue.
My finger hover over the screen when I finally realised that I'm eating right now, my eyes narrows to my side where I had felt him sitting, he had a morsel in his hand and was hanging midway.
My brows scrunch together and my mouth keeps biting the food. Looking down at his hand before returning to his face. He was feeding me.
"Pair me chot lagi hain, hathon me nahi. I-I can eat on my own." My voice was barely above a whisper, and I feel heat rushing through my body.
He nods, "Okay, eat then." my fingers tightens around my phone before I put it aside and took a deep breath to calm my self.
"When did you bring this?" I ask trying to sound a bit normal. It was kind of new to me experiencing this much care.
"Five minutes ago, the servant brings this." I observe the plate βa single plate. Sometimes i hate this one plate thing. But seeing paneer I couldn't resist.
I nod at his response and take a bite, then ask after I chew it up fully. "Then why you were feeding me?" Our fingers brush as we tore a bite from the roti.
"I called your name five times. But you didn't listened." My hand forms a fist, realising how engrossed I was in reading the article that I couldn't hear him saying my name.
Looking down I mumble "sorry." It was so dumb of me. I feel his other hand coming down and then he ruffles my hair softly "no need to be sorry." He murmur.
Without looking up at him I finish the dinner, I only ate one and a half roti because that's how much capacity I've. I'm too tired from walking all day in temple.
Meanwhile he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear while eating because he was the one who ruffled them in the first place.
He gave the plate to the servant who comes back with a jar of water and a small towel which looked wet. Handing me a glass of water he walks to the drawer and takes out the gel he used earlier.
Holding both a gel and the towel which I assume is filled with ice cubes, he asks, "You tell me Mrs. Oberoi, is it going to be this gel or ice?"
Biting my inner cheek, I mumble "that gel hurts." like bitch.My eyes fixed on the gel tube, it didn't hurt at first but when it goes under the skin the sensation and pain was too much.
Also when he applied the gel earlier something twist in my stomach as he starts to message that area. The way his voice softens while telling me to relax did helped me.
His other hand which was holding ice lifts up a bit,"So ice?" He says, there's a calmness in his voice as if he's ready for me to think and answer.
My lips thinned in a line before I speak,"that'sβ" too cold. I wanted to say neither but seeing his efforts and patience I add, "βFine."
I shift until my feet touch the ground, placing my hands on lap I wait until he place the tube back on the side table and kneels in front of me and hold my leg up.
His finger graze the purplish area, they were cold from holding the ice bag. Another brush of his thumb and then he presses the cold towel full of ice over it.
"Oww" I hissed feeling extreme cold and pain at the same time, the ice melts on my skin and glides down leaving a cold sensation.
"Relax Siya, breathe. Take deep breathes now." I follow words and take deep breathes, the rhythm makes me feel slightly good but not enough to not feel the pain anymore.
He presses the cubes harder but I endure the pain because along with me the cold ice was meting in his palm. The skin had turned a deep shade of red and the tip were turn white.
"Is it done?" I ask a few minutes later but he shooks his head and keep massaging the area. It had turn red just like his hand.
"We've to ice it at least for twenty minutes. So, we're not done yet." He said and takes his sweet time to ice it up. I wince but then I try to take deep breathes.
After twenty minutes, he wipes my ankle with a dry towel. And takes off my anklets one by one. Then he helps me to lift my leg to lay them on bed.
My hands grasp the duvet while my eyes fixed on him. His hands felt so cold around my legs sendings shiver down my body.
But soon enough he finished I remember I'm still in my saree. Sleeping in saree is a struggle and I don't want that. I lick my dry lips, building the courage to ask for help and not to feel embarrassed.
"I-I want to change clothes." I whisper before sliding out of the duvet. My eyes remain on his features. There's a subtle nod before he utters "okay,"
He comes by my side and leans forward, hooking his hands under my knees and back, he lifts me up. My hands fall on his shoulders locking behind his neck as at this point it's become a habit of doing this.
Dropping me down in front of the bathroom door, he opens it. I hop on one leg and took a step inside. Thankfully my night clothes are already on the shelf so I don't have to ask Veer for them now.
After five minutes I open the door slightly, and peek outside, "Veer," I called him out, so he could wash his hands with hot water.
I couldn't see him but he hums, "Hmm? You want something?" But few seconds later he comes in my vision. And unlike me he had changed his clothes in comfortable one.
"Nahi." I said and opens the door a little more. My grip on the handle tightens a bit before I add, "you should wash your hands under warm water." His soft chuckle made me feel ease and grip loosen.
He steps forward entering in and I open the faucet, turning it to get warm water. Standing Beside me he takes his hands under it and let the warm water let go the coldness.
"You know, you look cute when you care." I feel my face redness with heat at his words. And I try look around.
I only care because he does the same and I like that thing about him that he cares not only for me but for everyone. He hasn't said a single word about how tired he is, he just kept helping me.
I bite down on my inner cheek, looking at the mirror my eyes locked with his. And a smile was on his face, he turn off the faucet and hand him the towel.
Cute? That's what I look when I care. And according to me he looks like a true gentleman when he cares. With the smile and his soothing voice, which is his charm.
I couldn't word them up to speak, to say he looks charming when he cares.
Dropping the towel, he turn and face me "chalein, my heart is still hurting." There's a playful tone in his voice and he rubs one hand over his heart. Making me narrow my eyes at him.
"Such a dramatic you are." I couldn't stop myself from uttering. He chuckles clearing taking no offence and extends his hand while shaking his head as if he's trying to control his laughter.
Taking his hand i try to walk out taking the saree in my other hand. His one hand hold my arm and the other my waist. Whereas I had the saree in my hands.
I try to walk more like I hop on my non injured leg gently. When suddenly after one step my feet's hang in air, and hands over my chest. Trying to calm down my heartbeats.
His fingers flex under my skin, making me swar that he's lifting me up with a single.hand. And showing no struggles on his face. Am I too skinny to feel any weight?
He lifts me up from my waist with his one hand, and the gesture was too intense and sudden. "You're still not able to walk." He speak in the matter of facts tone.
It was same as when he lifts me up in outside an hour ago. My chest pressed against and face a bit higher than his. My eyes narrows at his chest and I silently rub over it.
Placing me on the bed he takes the saree and drops it on the chair. Then he place few pillows under my leg, keeping it above my heart level.
Laying down I notice he had placed all pillows under my leg but keeps the one I'm using. Lifting myself on my elbow I push the pillow in middle before he lays down.
He looks at me and then at the pillow taking the silent gesture. He lays down and rests his head on the half pillow and I rest mine on the half. Our faces were close but with a comfortable distance.
Sleeping with him on a same bed was never a problem, I don't feel uncommon with that rather it's helps me sleep better.
With his face towards me he rasps, his voice is turning low "good night, Siya." And then he turns off the lights. Turning everything into black. But my eyes remain on his face.
I stare at his features until they because slightly visible under the moonlight which was coming from the slit of the curtains and falls on his face. It shines like white pearls, graze his cheeks, lips and side jaw.
I take a deep breath and murmurs so I didn't wake him up, "good night, Veer." I didn't know how long I've been staring at him but sure enough my eye lids grew heavy and envelope me into sleep.
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"Stop." I say instantly when I feel he's going to cross the market. Which I want to visit badly since we plan to visit here.
It's our last day as one day had already pass since I sprain my ankle. And doing nothing more than going to our room to living room with the help Veer.
He had been taking care of me along with dadi and all servants, but he's the one who lifts me whenever I've to go or massage my ankle with ice.
Without looking at me he asked, "kyu?" While taking the car to the side, he's wearing a light blue colour t shirt with black pants. Whereas I'm wearing a pastel pink suit.
I turn towards him, Pressing my back to the door. "I've told you na, I want to visit the market before we leave." I say pointing how I've told him this when we were visiting temple.
He takes a deep breath, his eyes fills with concern. "That was before you injured your ankle." He said, but my eyes slides to his hands where he was tapping his finger on the starring wheel.
I gulp the reason was good enough to not go. I look around trying to think something, "Then help me in walking because I really don't want to leave before going there." I murmur, sinking back in the seat.
I can walk now but only with support, well I practically hang my weight on the person to walk. I've tried it twice because every time I grab a chance to walk Veer helps me.
I nibble on my lip when he observes around then look at me and finally gives in. A smile broke on my lips. Stepping out of the car he circled around to my side and helps me to step out.
Holding the small purse I held his arm for support, I wrap my palm around his bicep. My palm hardly covers his half bicep. His muscles flex under my touch.
The main market was located the other and we've to cross a small alley full of shops. As I took the first step, he takes the purse from me.
Since I can't walk I stop by a shop just as we enter the alley. It was a bangle, jhumkas and some more stuff shop. Veer helped me to climb a step by holding my shoulders.
Standing in front of it I rank my eyes at every item. At first I look at the jhumkas and found a perfect match for the suit I'm wearing. A pastel blue one.
I try them on then kept it on a side so I could explore more options. Apparently, my eyes landed on a bracelet, it was the last piece since I couldn't find more of it.
And the person who comes in my mind after seeing this was Veer. He needs to be save from evil eyes not because he's handsome and charisma. It's his personality, his soft and caring heart.
"How about this?" I turn around to show him the small evil eye bracelet I found for him. But my words hang in air when I didn't find him standing behind me.
A pang of sadness hits my heart, and I mumble to myself "He must be tired from standing too long." Or from helping me. He was being patient with me maybe I should've just drop the idea of market visiting.
At first he came to visit my village with me then I sprain my ankle which only made the thing worse because he has to lift me up every time I've to go somewhere. And now I drag him in the market despite having a sore ankle.
Nibbling on my lower lip, I turn back to the shop. My eyes fixed on the evil eye bracelet contemplating whether I should I take it or not. What if he doesn't like it?
I trace the blue bead then the black thread, it was look a beautiful bracelet, and would look good on his wrist.
"Pasand aaya kuch?" His voice starlet me, and I feel his warm presence just behind me. His hot breath fans near my shoulder. Sending shivers down my body.
I bite down my lower lip hard, the sadness which I just felt is making my throat heavy. It's stupid how I get sad when I didn't find him earlier and now that he's here, all I think about is how to not cry.
And make a fool of myself.
I nod at his question not having enough courage to look at him. Shuffling the stack of bracelets, I pretend to find something while clutching the one I like in my palm.
Swallowing the lump of nervousness, I ask "kahan gaye the?" without looking at him. Suddenly his hands come down my waist touching barely. The pad of his fingers graze around my waist.
Turning my head back, my eyes locked with his and before him I observe a rush of people. Some of them even accidentally pushed his back while walking.
His voice catches my attention and my eyes glide back to him, "yahin tha bas dekhne gaya aas paas. Did you like something?" His question take me off guard making me realise that all I did was selecting a bracelet for him.
But I nod my head and hurriedly grab the first paid of bangles I could grasp. "These one." I say looking at ruby orchid colour glass bangles. And I couldn't resist to pat my back mentally for the colour.
He takes the bangles and placed them before taking midnight blue one. "Take these ones." His voice came as if he was convincing me to take the blue ones, very low and soft one.
My brows scrunched in confusion, is ruby orchid colour not good? He steps forward and opens the packet taking out few bangles. Then he took my right hand and made me wear them.
"This colour is matching your suit." He said sliding the bangles gently without pushing them harshly or hurriedly. He took his time making me wear them.
The bangles did look beautiful on me, I cling them creating the noice I like. Nodding at him I smile, since he took care of me I'll take whichever he says.
"Purse do." I asked, as I give the items to shopkeeper I want to purchase along with the bracelet. I'll give him when I find the right time till then I will keep it with me.
Paying the shopkeeper, we retreat back to our car. As I couldn't stand that long, god knows how I manage to walk to the shop and walk back to the car.
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