I lightly slapped his cheeks , patting his head I removed his brown locks that were falling on his forehead.
when I shouted again his name,slapping his cheeks with more pressure this timehe grunted in response.Oh Allah he's going to explode like hot lava If he's body keeps on burning like that.
I immediately removed his jacket , socks and undid some buttons of his shirt to cool him down.
Then I rushed towards washroom taking some gauzes with me along with a cup of water.I put the wet gauze on his forehead,applying slight pressure.After doing this procedure few times his eyes fluttered open.I can't even describe the happiness I felt when his lazy gaze met mine.Are you okay? I asked smoothly in low tone but my throat was heavy, it came with emotions.
Hayaa.... I'm ok
He almost whispered in lazy tone , but seeing my anxious eyes he immediately put up a facade .This little fever couldn't do a thing to me.
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