Plot: Armaan was ill because of overworking and Abhira takes care of him.

Warning: This TS isn't edited.

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Armaan khana kyun nahin khaya tumne?

Abhira asked standing up from her chair, her worry evident.

Bhook nahin hai.

Armaan said softly, his tiredness evident on his face.

Aise kaise bhook nahin hai. Thoda toh kha ker jao. Warna bimar ho jaoge.

Abhira said softly reaching out to touch his arm.

Armaan looked at her, the world around them seemed to blur into insignificance as they both gazed at each other. Armaan,s eyes softened with a hint of gratitude in their depths as he stared at her, touched by her care.

Per mujhe bilkul bhook nahin hai.

Armaan said, his voice a notch lower. Abhira smiled softly but her concern was evident in her gaze.

She reached out and gently held his hand.

Acha khana nahin kha sakte toh....

Abhira trailed off and forcibly made him sit on the chair.

Juice toh pi hi sakte ho.

Abhira said softly. She reached out and filled the orange juice in a glass. The sound of the orange juice being poured in the glass filled the space.

Main...

Shh!!!

Abhira shushed him gently, giving him a glare that held no real heat.

Chup chap juice piyo.

Abhira said, her voice holding a soft command.

Armaan looked at her. The world around them seemed to blur into insignificance leaving only the two of them in their own bubble. As Abhira held out the glass of orange juice in front of him, he leaned forward to drink the juice from her hands. He gazed at her, her eyes filled with warmth and a hint of something else he couldn't make out.

Armaan kya ker rahe ho. Late ho jaoge tum.

Kaveri spoke coming towards him.

Khana kha rahe hain Armaan Dadi sa.

Abhira replied keeping her voice soft.

Abhi tak khana hi kha rahe ho tum. Late ho jaoge.

Kaveri said to Armaan ignoring Abhira. Armaan sighed, his heart ached at Dadi sa,s words. He was about to stand up but Abhira pushed him down gently on the chair.

Abhira...

Shh...

She shushed him gently. He was about to say something but stopped as she gave him a look.

Armaan khana kha ker aa jaiyenge Dadi sa.

Abhira said trying to control the anger raising within her and she kept her voice as calm as she could.

Tumse poocha humne? Hoti kon ho tum humare aur humare pote ke beech mein bolne wali?

Dadi sa semi yelled while Abhira stayed as calm as a cucumber and looked at Dadi sa.

Dadi sa aap phir se bhool gayi kya ke main unki patni hoon

Abhira said keeping her voice as calm as she could with a forced smile.

Abhira tum....

Bolo.

Abhira looked at Ruhi, her voice carrying a dangerous calmness which made Ruhi shiver and she gulped taking a step back.

Chup chaap khatam karo yeh.

Abhira said softly, her voice holding a gentle warning. He blinked his eyes and finished the juice.

Night!!!

Armaan aa gaye tum?

Abhira asked rushing towards him. She held his hand who looked at her tired feeling a comforting warmth surrounding his heart.

Haan.

Armaan responded, his voice weak.

Kya...

Abhira trailed off and reached out to touch his forehead, she touched his cheeks and then neck. When she pulled back, her eyes searching his worriedly.

Tumhein bukhar hai. Apna dehan nahin rakh sakte Tum?

Abhira semi yelled, her worry evident.

Chalo mere sath.

Abhira said before he could say anything and dragged him towards the bedroom. She gently made him sit on the bed and then covered him with the quilt.

Dehan kyun nahin rakhte tum apna? Har waqt superman bann ker ghoomna hai tumhein.

Abhira scolded lightly, her worry evident in her eyes and voice.

Armaan couldn't hear it. He looked at her lost. His heart was pounding against his chest like a drum. A mixture of tenderness and warmth flooded through his heart.

She was worried for him!!!

He knew that he was being selfish but he loved it. At least there was someone who cared for him and it meant a lot to him. His heart felt full.

His eyes brimmed with tears. Abhira stopped seeing the tears in his eyes.

Armaan.

Abhira called out softly, her voice filled with worry as she cradled his face gently in her palms, her touch tender as she wiped away the tears that escaped his eyes.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Tum bimar ho aur main dant rahi hoon tumhein. Mujhe bas chinta ho rahi thi tumhari and mujhe realize nahin hua main kab dantne lag gayi tumhein.

Abhira said, her voice and eyes filled with guilt as she cradled his face gently.

Armaan looked at her, he couldn't hear anything. The words mujhe bas chinta ho rahi thi tumhari rang in his ears on loop. He looked at her feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

Tumhein meri chinta ho rahi thi?

He asked, his voice a mixture of genuine awe and surprise.

The awe and genuine surprise in his voice caught her off guard. Her heart felt heavy with the weight of his words. Tears welled up in her eyes and she found herself tounge tied but understanding his state of mind, she managed to give him a small nod which made him smile brightly.

To Be Continued!!!

Here's the 1st chapter of the TS. Don't forget to vote and comment. Love you all take care stay home and stay safe ❤️