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Samaira looked at his arm, his white shirt which has turned red with blood oozing out, she looked back at him with worried eyes. He didn't say anything or he was thinking about what to say to her.

"You are....hurt..." Samaira whispered in horror. It was was blood patching growing slowly.

"Ahh....No, it's just some scratch..." Abhimaan said shrugged off casually. He knows it's not something to ignore.

In the morning when he was coming out of the airport, he met with a small accident hurting his arm. He got some stitches there, he perfectly bandages the wound and was on painkillers.

"No Abhimaan, it's not just scratch....Im not blind..." She stuttered. How can she didn't realize this all the while???

"Let me check it, ...." She pushed his sleeves a little and gasped on seeing the bandage with blood there. He hissed in pain a little when he did some movement but ignored it.

"What...is..is this??" She looked at him. He was hurt all this time and didn't even show once.

Her heartbeat got faster with the thought of him hurt. This could be huge, and painful. Before he could reply she interrupt in the middle.

"Take off your shirt.." She said without hesitation. He upped his brow in surprise.

"Are you really want me to take this off??? Here..." He asked coming closer to her. Samaira looked at him with a different emotion. Is this man crazy??

She is getting worried here for him and he wants to get romantic......Seriously..

"It's..not..not what you think....Please Abhimaan, let me check it." Samaira said pleading to him. He can feel her care and love in her eyes for him, but he doesn't want her to get worried that's why he asked doctors to hide it completely and took strong painkillers which now getting weak slowly.

He slowly opened his buttons, and Samaira saw his well-toned chest standing extremely close to him. She moved her eyes away for some time....She licked her lips. Abhimaan saw her nervousness, he chuckles at her shy behaviour.

"I can't move my sleeves, you have to help me..." He said, she looked at him. She thought for a movement before doing something.

"This is how you are going to help me....." He said playfully. She took a long breath before holding his shirt. Slowly she helped him to remove his shirt. Then her eyes instantly fall on the huge bandage on his right arm, maybe the wound was not covered completely that's why there was blood.

"You said this a scratch..." She accused him of lying to her or taking his health carelessly. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing come out, he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"It was just a small accident, ...nothing to worry about. See, I already met the doctor and got medicines also.." He replied to her. Her fresh-turned pale knowing the pain he must be going through. She knows he is hiding this behind his strong personality.

"Acc...accident....Oh, God....Abhimaan.." She stammered, her eyes felt warm tears but she blinked back them immediately. He saw changing expressions, he didn't want her to get worried but still he is making her upset.

"Listen Samaira, it's nothing....trust me, it's just some stitches...and.." He got interrupted by her sudden voice.

"Stitches....you got stitches, and you are saying it's normal.....Are you out of your mind??? It could get an infection in this state...it could get worse..." She literally yelled at him. For the first time, she has raised her voice in front of him. It was always out of respect or fear..she never dared to go oppose him but now, she couldn't hold herself.

He got shocked also seeing her like that. He couldn't say anything. He liked her this way. Showing her rights on him.

"All the time you were playing with me....You always played with my emotions.....You really do not care about me...." She said. Her eyes brimmed with tears and fall. He did not agree with her words, he cares about her...that's why he didn't tell her.

He was not playing with her. He liked to spend time with her that's why he came early finishing everything. He can feel she is concerned but her words made him angry and hurt at the same time.

"I...i need to change the bandage or it will catch some infection..." Saying she rushed to her room to get a first aid kit. He sat on the couch, he opened his angrily opened his bandage in between....hurting himself more. He hissed again he accidentally pressed his wound.....that hurts.....he needs another painkiller now.

She came back and show him groaning in pain. She came and sat beside him, seeing her, he composed himself.

She slowly opened his wound and saw some opened stitches also. It was all because of his carelessness, she looked at him with anger behind her wet lashes. He saw the new look on her face for the first time.

She did his treatment and do the stitches also, he hissed in middle she was treating him which made her cry in between. She was controlling herself, it's her work, her duty to treat the injuries but she can't do this to him. Her fingers tremble with the thought of his pain. He shows her whipping her tears again and again.

"This is how you will treat your patients in future....huhh??" He said not liking her tears. He can't whip her tears and console her like a sweet boy...he said many times that he doesn't like her tears...then why can't she understands him.

"There is a difference between other patients and you..." She replied keeping her head low, doing her work.

"Samaira, you need to be strong for these small things.... it's not like I'm dying or..." He said, her hands stopped on his words. He didn't know his small words can make her cry more.

"Abhimaan....No.." She put her palm over her mouth making him stop.

"Don't...don't...ev..ever say this...again, It must be...meaningless for you....but it is painful for a...person..who has lost her everything to death....." Her tears were flowing shamelessly. She has no care about that, her heart pained with the word 'death". She has lost her parents already, she doesn't want to lose him.

It was just a small injury, she knows it will heal in some days but some wounds on the heart would not go easily. They take time to heal, they need love, support and care.

His heart ached to see her state, he regrets his every word for making her cry. He scooped her in his other arm, she put her head off his bare chest. She shivered.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, ....trust me. I'm sorry for this, I was missing you badly, that's why I didn't listen to the doctor and came here....please forgive me..." He confesses his mistake to her while stroking her hairs lovingly.

She listens to him carefully. She looked up to him, he whipped her tears with his thumb. She hiccups in between.

"I don't like when you cry, ...." He said. She looked away from him.

"I'm like this only.....I can't change myself, I'm emotional...I know you don't like me...but..." She said. She is hurt by his words. She doesn't know, how to feel about his careless action. He misses her, he came to her...but he also doesn't her crying, ...he must have been thinking of me as a weak and pathetic person.

"You are again taking me wrong, let me explain..." He said but she got up.

"It's okay...I understand your point....You need to rest, now" she said looking down avoiding his gaze on her. He kept on looking at her and sighed in defeat. This is not how he imagined it to be.

He messed up again. He knows this.

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The next day in the morning, he came out of his room. He made his mind to resolve his differences with Samaira today itself before it got worse like always. He couldn't stand their distance even for a second.

He came downstairs and found her in the kitchen, working alone. He cleared his throat to gain her attention, she stopped for a second but doesn't look up at him. He is being ignored. Okay!!

Last night also, she gave him medicines silently. He tried to talk to her but she clearly was not in the mood to listen.

"Where is Mrs Annie??" He asked her.

"She is not coming today." She replied plainly. Ignored again!!

"I don't like this unprofessional behaviour, I need to talk to her." He replied. He doesn't want her tired of doing all house chores. She stopped and turned to him.

"Only I was here, there was no need for her to come and cook for me. So, I gave her off. I can call her if you want??" She told him. Why always work, professionalism....be a little cool Mr.

"I'm not interfering with your decision, you can do anything..." He replied twisting her lips and walked to her.

She noticed his casual wears, he is not going office. That's good. He will move his arm and then it will get open the wounds again. She keeps quiet but shows him coming to her.

"So...What are you making..." He asked her to start some conversation with her.

She didn't reply as he can clearly see fruits and egg, bread and coffee on the platform.

"Samaira, I'm asking something.." He said again.

"And I'm not listening." She replied back making him widen his eyes in surprise. He gulped down with her reaction.

What's happening today?

"And why are you not listening?? Can you explain please.." He said again eyeing her. No one ignores him but his sweet, innocent wife was clearly ignoring him.

What happened in a week or a night??

"Why would I waste my energy by explaining to you." She replied doing her work. She herself didn't realize when she becomes this comfortable with him. Maybe her heart knows, her rights before her mind.

He shows her a cute frown, her little angry face was looking cute to him.

"Ohhh God Samaira, with whom you were meeting....It's your friend right??? Don't meet with her again..she is influencing you..." He states in horror. She shared about her friend whose name he forgot, that doesn't matter....but this is matters.

"How can you say this, Abhimaan.???"

"She is my friend, I will meet her. No one is doing anything but you want to change me, you don't understand my..." She said thinking about his pain and her also, which he doesn't care about.

"Enough now.." He yelled make her stop. She realises her blabbering, how she was going out of her line. She looked down.

"Look at me.." He palmed her cheek with his rough hand. She looked at him with little fear. I hope he is not angry.

"I am not angry, I fact I like the way you said what you want to. This is what I want....this change I want....I don't want to change you...." He mumbled in front of her, looking deep into her eyes.

"I like this..." He gestures about them. Their closeness, their comfort with each other. They kept on standing there for a while. She knows what he was saying was true.

"I won't repeat my careless behaviour again, I promise..." He said joining their foreheads. She felt his hot breath on her face, which shivered her.

"Hmm...." She whispered. He smiled, my innocent, sweet wife. He is ready and excited to live this life with her, making her angry then getting yelled at by her. So he can love her again and again.

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