❝Growing Emotions❞

Sanya's POV:

Ignoring my past thoughts, I step inside the apartment and look around. There is no sign of him. 

"Vansh..." I call his name but there is no response. "Mr. Raisinghania??"

I go more professional thinking that may be he will answer, but again, nothing. Entering further inside the living room, I look around - in the kitchen, in the corridors visible from the hall. But he is no where. Should I check upstairs? Or Maybe he hasn't come home from the clinic yet?

I entered through the extra key card he gave me before I left for office in the morning. But then the thought of his injury crosses my mind. I hope it wasn't anything serious.

"Vansh..." Biting down on my lip nervously, I take a step towards the stairs. Looking up, I see one of his bag is still kept on the staircase. I ascend the staircase and look at the three doors. Each one of them are closed.

Moving closer to the front door, I knock and wait. No reply. Holding on the handle, I open the door. Taking a look inside, I end up empty handed. The same goes for other two doors. Where is he? 

Turning around the corridor, I see a door. Must be the master bedroom and he must be here. I knock calling his name, "Vansh..." No reply. I don't wait. I enter and look around at the king sized bed. Empty.

I say his name again and then finally decide to ask the concierge if he saw him leaving. As I turn to leave, I hear a small voice somewhere around me. Moving closer to the bathroom, I hear a groan. 

Not knowing if he is inside, I call him again, "Vansh...". I hear his low groan. He is inside. Not knowing if he is doing something nasty. I knock continuously, "Are you okay?" I say but no answer. Hesitating, I open the door. Praying to god and hoping that I am not going to do a sin. I look around. Only to end up looking at him sitting leaning to the floor cabinet, unconscious. But he is groaning in pain. 

"Vansh...Vansh..." I say, moving closer to him. I pat his cheeks calling his name, and feel his hot cheeks. Checking his forehead, I make sure that I am correct. "Vansh, You have fever."

I am not talking to anyone in particular, apart from his unconscious body. Not knowing what to do first, I close the tap and then bring out my phone. Dialing our doctor uncle, I call him and ask him to come fast. Sending him the location, I put the phone back in my bag.

I place Vansh's left hand on my shoulder and try to lift him up. But of course that would mean I'm carrying his complete weight. With great difficulty I pull him up and, staggering, bring him to the bed. Laying him down on the bed, I take off his shoes. Damn, the sprain looks ugly and really bad. His leg is completely swollen.

Spraying the sprained area with pain relief spray, I go downstairs to call the concierge to inform me when the doctor arrives and get a cloth with cold water.

Rushing upstairs, I remove his jacket and cover him to neck with duvet. His clothes aren't arranged. So, I'll have to wait until doctor arrives who can only change him into lighter clothes. Wetting the cloth with cold water, I put it on his forehead and repeat the process until doctor arrives. 

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Rehaan's POV:

Drying my hand, I go back to the gas stove and look inside the cooking vessel to see if her samosas are ready or not. I'm making this for my wife. Who felt like eating while I was busy making out with her.

I was pushed out of our room because she wanted them to have homemade stuff. Flipping them upside down. I let it cook for a few minutes and took out the plates.

"Baby." I hear her sweet voice as she tiptoes inside the kitchen. "Are you done?"

"Nope few are still left. But have this one for now." I say and pass her one to munch on it until I get the plates out.

Biting down on it, she lets the taste swirl inside of her mouth and moans in pleasure. Damn... Her voice. "It's too good. You are the best chief."

"Anytime at your service ma'am." I say and pass her the plate and a small bowl of ketchup. "Can we go and sit in the living room?"

I say when I watch her ignore all of my words and dive right back into the food. 

Reaching the living room, I sit on the sofa and pick up the remote. Going through the names of movies, I stop on a romantic one and turn to look at my wife sitting by my side, hoping to at least get one. But half of them are gone. She ate them. SHE REALLY ATE HALF OF THEM.

"Riddhima...That was our evening snack." I say shocked and turn fully to give her my attention.

"Umm....You didn't got yourself one." I hear her muffled voice as she is munching on them. "This is mine."

"What do you mean? I can at least get few of them. We can share." I say to make point home. But SHARE? that too of Food? and for a pregnant women. I just committed a sin by saying that. 

"Share? Why would we share Rehaan? I thought you don't have evening snack or you could have gotten yourself one." I haven't eating anything since our lunch at twelve, because she was hungry. "Weren't you on some freaking diet?"

"That ended weeks ago. And Riddhima, I can at least get one from your plate." For god sake I'm begging her for the food I cooked.

"No, And what the hell are we watching on TV." Why is she getting aggressive? Because I asked her for food? "Why are they kissing each other? Change it to something different."

Something is wrong, my wife doesn't want to watch romantic movies. I flip through the channels but she snatches the remote from my hand and stops on action movies. ACTION - LIKE MURDER AND ALL. What the hell is my child doing in there? "Action. If you have forgotten then let me remind you. You Hate Action"

She turns to look at me and I see her lower lip wobble after a few seconds. What's wrong now? She was completely fine minutes ago.

"Riddhima, What's wrong? What did I do?" I say and move closer to her.

"You don't love me anymore." What? Why? 

"I do. I love you. What happened? What did I do?" I say still shocked by her words. She is literally crying. Tears make a line down her cheeks and I immediately wipe them.

"You don't let me eat and now you aren't even letting me watch movies." I hear her throaty voice that's due to her crying. 

"No. I won't stop you. You want to eat. Go with it. You want to watch ACTION movies, do it." I say, emphasizing the word 'action'. But thanks to my luck, she passes me her sweet smile and continues to munch on the food while her eyes are stuck on screen. "You want more." Hopefully not.

"Yes." She said 'yes'. No, I am not going to make the dough again. No, I can't, my hands are hurting now from rolling them into perfect shape. I'm not listening to some cook again. "Will you make them for me?"

"Of Course. My Queen." I say and putting a peck on her forehead leave the room. 

Coming to the kitchen I set my phone on the table and watch the cook again. Her dietician gave me this recipe. Even when I watched the whole video half an hour ago, I forgot the recipe and my mom and wife has them memorized. I can at least do this for her.

She comes back again when I have the dough made and looks at me lovingly. 

"I love you." Nothing. She just said it after making me come here again. Wrapping her hands around my torse, she lays her head on my bicep. "Sorry, for behaving like that earlier. I don't know what got into me."

I do. My child. Damn. She is the one doing this to her. She is having mood swings now. "It's ok." I say dropping a kiss on her lips and feel her shoulder relax.

"I have this for you." I hear her say as she ends the kiss and brings out one samosa from somewhere, magically. "You want it."

"Do you want me to?" I ask knowing that it's a safe territory. And she nods. Forwarding it towards my mouth, she watches me intently while I eat it. 

"What are you doing now?" She asks after I am done eating. 

"You said you want more. I am making them for you." I say putting the olive oil in the pain. Can't let her eat more than this.

"But I don't want more." My hand stops mid in the air. She doesn't want. I look down at the whole table and want to let out a groan.

For once I feel like I am going to regret bringing her here. But the regret never comes. "Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I want something else." No. I am going to die. I can't do this.

"What baby?" None of my employees would ever she this side of me. 

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Sanya's POV:

Bringing out the pot from the upper shelf. I put it on the gas stove. Turning my attention back on my phone screen, I hear a female voice saying something about chopping veggies. I am making a soup for Vansh from watching video.

Doctor uncle came, did the checkup and even changed his clothes. While, he is still unconscious. He even prescribed the medicine which I ordered from a pharmacy nearby. Doctor said to let him rest and make something light for me. My project was soup. Light and Healthy. But I don't know how to cook. 

Chopping all the veggies in an irregular shape - which is obvious because she is cooking it in perfect shape. I go through the whole process but something feels different. I let it heat and look around the kitchen.

I have never even cooked for myself. Sejal was the one in London who cooked while mom was the one before that. For the first time in my life, I am cooking this for someone I care about, I have feelings about. A giggle escapes my lips in ecstasy of the situation I'm in.

Pouring the whole content in a bowl, I switch off my phone screen. Slipping it back in my pant pockets I ascend the stairs. I told everyone at home that I am at Sejal's place while she is definitely busy with Sunil's latest antics. He is preparing to propose her. I can hear wedding bells. 

Opening the door to Vansh room, I enter and look at him awake.

"Oh, You are awake." I say and move closer to the bed area. Drop the bowl with plates on the nightside stand. "How are you feeling?"

"What are you doing here?" I hear his confused tone and look as he eyes fall on the bandage wrapped around his ankle. "How come I ended up in the bed"

"I brought you in here and called doctor." I say and see as he scoots further on the bed closer to headrest. "You were in the bathroom, unconscious. How did you end up there?"

"I didn't remember." He says and looks as I forward him the soup.

"May be because you had fever and you were weak." I say and watch him eye the bowl.

"Why did you came here?" I hear him question as he puts back the bowl. He needs to take his medicine.

"Oh, You said you will be coming to office. Since you didn't, I came here to check on you. I had to inform you that they held the board meeting in your absence." His body was ramrod straight, stiff with tension. "Which was handled by us. Don't worry. They just wanted the details about the case and I assured them that we will win."

He relaxes and looks at me. "Thanks for doing it." He says and his eyes fall down. "My clothes?"

"I got them out." I lie as if that's a matter of fact. 

"What?" His worried face and that concerned eyes.

"What choice did I had? You clothes were wet on the legs and you already had fever." I say going through the lie but then I see that he was getting serious. "Just Kidding. Doctor uncle did it. I got the clothes from your bag."

"Thanks." He says almost immediately relaxing. "You were right. I should have got this sprain checked, this mess wouldn't have happened if not for my carelessness."

"You still have to, Doctor uncle said that you need rest and you need to come to his clinic on Friday. The day after tomorrow." I say making it clear and picking up the bowl again. "And for the second time, I am going to be correct. Have this and eat your medicine." 

I already brought the bags inside the room and are kept in the closet. So I get up to keep his medicine on the nightstand. 

"When you are done with it, call me. I'll tell you which one to take." I say pointing on the packet of medicines. "While I arrange your clothes in the closet."

"You don't have to." He says as I make it towards the sliding door. 

"I have to. Because you will need them tomorrow. You have an online meeting which means you can do it from home." I say and drop my phone near my bag on the couch. "I already asked the HR to make the arrangements."

He nods and his face tells how grateful he his. But I don't need him to see my gratefulness. I need him to see my growing emotions towards him. My feelings. My increasing love and care for him. I need him to see those. 

Huffing I make it back to the closet while he takes a sip of the soup. I hope he likes it.

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