The beeping sound of the monitor told her where she was but she didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes. She knew she had been out for a while but wasn’t sure exactly how long and she didn’t care, she loved the calm. She was aware she wasn’t alone but she didn’t need any sympathy, she just wanted to rest.
Loud footsteps dragged into the room and she felt someone hover above her, checking for a pulse.
“She’s alright.” She heard the Doctor tell her companion in the room. “There’s nothing serious, she is just stressed and needs to rest. Please give her some space, the nurses will check on her frequently.”
“Thank you, I’ll be in the hallway, please let me know if she needs anything.” That voice….. That wasn’t Zayn but it sounded so familiar. It was deep and a little too loud, one of the Yadav brothers?
Nodding the doctor replied “will do.”
Everywhere returned to normal and Isha wasted another ten minutes before opening her eyes. A drip line was connected to her veins and her nose had pipes in them to aid her breathing. The room was spacious and had a lot of green in it. By her bed, a bouquet of red roses laid on the cupboard, they were fresh and smelled like healthy earth.
Her mind went to the happening before she passed out and she sighed in tiredness and embarrassment. This wasn’t how the evening was supposed to go, it had been so long since she ever got to the edge, this was the first time in two years; the effect Zayn had on her was one she never understood but it was what it was.
She grabbed her talisman with her free hand and smiled when she felt its charm seep through every cell in her system, its healing power was amazing and she knew she wouldn’t have survived this long without it. She rubbed it gently, and closed her eyes, listening to the creaking fan as it made a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree journey over and over again.
*****
Aarav Yadav was beyond worried. He knew something was wrong with Isha but he didn’t know what it was. Most times he caught her in pain, she would give a flimsy excuse like a headache or menstrual pain, it was so frequent and he was beginning to wonder if his teacher was right when she taught him a woman sees her period only once a month.
Yes, she was a servant and his family’s belief of love was about amassing wealth and connections through marriage, but he couldn’t get his eyes off her. It was beyond her beauty, she was the sweetest girl he had ever known; always caring, always loving. Her smile could brighten up a room but whenever he got close, she brought out a different side of her, rude and stiff but he knew a fake when he saw one, she was clearly forcing herself to be this way; it was like she was running away from something. He saw through her like a ghost and the events of tonight only made everything clearer.
His eyes were on her during the event, as she swung her hips in between tables, doing her duty. He saw lots of eyes follow her every move and he couldn’t fault them; she was beautiful and the letters of the alphabet are not enough to describe it. Big brown eyes, oblong face and lips that looked so soft, one could spend hours imagining what they taste like.
For a moment, his attention had been drawn to something else and the next second, he saw his mum looking panicked and calling one of the bouncers that was hired for the event. They left together into the inner room and he had followed, curious about what the fuss was about. And when he saw her lying helplessly on the floor with a bleeding nose, he felt as though his heart had been split into two. He was scared and had swung into action immediately. They called an ambulance but he had no time for that, he picked her up in his arms and drove her as fast as he could to the nearest hospital.
At their arrival, she looked so pale and the doctors panicked, asking all sort of questions he had no reply to, she was too quiet about her past and her personal life so he had no medical history of hers. They gave her treatment and conducted tests, the results indicated there was no abnormality in her and Aarav thought this was a little strange. Right now, he only needed her to wake up and be fine, he had been so frightened when he saw her; she looked like she had no life in her. There was definitely more to this girl and he wished he could help her, wished she would let him.
Maybe the storm was just a blessing, a sign of fate giving them a chance to work things out. Perhaps the universe finally agreed with her because she had never had a more evident sign. They had talked, and it had been a lot of talking. They considered all possibilities, positive and negative, and they decided what was best for them was to get back together despite all odds. She always saw many things, but when it came to herself, it was always unclear, just like her situation and the moment, but she vowed she would live her best life with those who mattered to her, no matter how short. The Yadav home knew she was safe, and she had sent a message informing them she was with Zayn and would be back once the storm was over, although that wasn't looking promising again. It was everything she wanted; for once, her thoughts and vision were clear. She saw peace and solitude, for her soul was at rest. Each time her mind diverted to Zayn Vendant, she saw a hint of darkness, sometimes blur. She
Everyone in town was shopping for the next three days and rushing home to avoid getting caught up in the storm predicted by the weather forecasters. It was expected to hit in four hours and last for three days. It was a big-time rush, but Zayn wasn't a part of it. He needed to get things cleared up with Isha. Myra was gone, and that was a good thing. He just needed to see her, and despite the advice from his closest friends, he couldn't wait for the storm out without her. He wasn't sure he would make it without her.He was informed that she was out when he got to the Yadav household. It was her day off, and she had gone out, as usual. Only some people knew where. He called her several times, and she didn't pick up. He was a confused man in Delhi.He drove back to the Yadav household and met with one of the helpers."You should go home; this storm will be here anytime." She said, picking different saree colours from the cloth line where they had been left to dry. She looked bored and ju
They caught her in the most vulnerable state. With the ninety-nine issues going on with Zayn, she didn’t expect another one on her desk, so as she realised she had been set up, she just gave up. There was no fight; she was wise enough to know that it was either the 78-carat crown or her life, and for such huge some, her attackers wouldn’t have to hold a conference to decide to kill her, so she just let them take everything that had meant the world to her.The memory stayed with her, and she remembered it as fresh as if it were happening now. She and her crew had been going to the Triumph Hall on East Lane for the Oscars ceremony. When asked to bring her crown, she knew it was a bad idea. Of course, she acknowledged that it was such a huge event that all eyes were on her. For it to be hosted in India, it would be a shame if she couldn’t witness it. In the same way, it would be disrespectful to her country for her to show up without her identity, the crown. Near home, she and Vivi sat b
It had been four days since her encounter with Myra, and Isha couldn't deny that she felt like the most stupid person on the planet. The funny part was she knew she had no right to be angry like the guy was in a relationship with someone else. Officially, he belonged to Myra, but then she couldn't get the picture of him being in bed with her. It disturbed her in ways she didn't expect.Her hurt was too much. It nearly crushed her, but she needed to keep moving, which she did. She stopped picking up his calls and just avoided him generally. She tried looking at the good side, like him not dying, which was good, right?As usual, the Yadavs had a get-together dinner, and it was something they frequently did, something to boost their political involvement and expand their territory. Today, she was to serve, and she tried as much as she could to keep calm when she saw Zayn seated among the VIPs. Of course, he had been invited; he was considered one of the most influential people in the coun
The plan was to go unnoticed and so she did just that. Myra was in joggers and a sports bra, with dark glasses to hide her identity. Her hair was tied in a small ponytail that bounced as she walked into the gym. She glanced around for a while and then saw Isha at the corner working the treadmill. She walked up to the receptionist and flashed a smile.“A month, please. What’s the cost?” she asked.“Rs 1000” the receptionist replied. “Name please.” She asked as she received cash from Myra and began filling out the registration form on the system.“Abitha Solan” she lied.Things had gone down with Zayn; she had recognized the name as soon as Zayn mentioned it, who could easily forget the girl at the engagement party? Zayn didn’t have an answer to the question she asked that night and he was a terrible liar so she immediately interpreted what was going on, and she wasn’t wrong. He had sat there all night while she went into the room and man had she cried, she was hurt and didn’t think she
Uptown Delhi was the most beautiful place in India, and as they held hands, taking photos, she could see all the possibilities she had always dreamed of coming to pass. They got to a serendipity restaurant called the unicorn sundae and were back in the streets, diverting into the little tracks leading to the lake.To both their surprise and satisfaction, the lake was empty. The water was a runoff of the downfall at the end of the city, and they knew it was safe. The government kept it clean.“Hold on!” Zayn shouted as he raced behind her, struggling to get through the shrubs that lay around.Isha giggled. “Keep up, CEO.” She yelled in return. As she got to the edge of the stream, she took off her oversized polo shirt, which was his actually, and the shorts she wore joined it. She did a twirl in her optional cloth state just before his arrival.He joined her, pulling away from his dress and walking to meet her. His hands circled her waist, and he pushed her to himself. She felt him hard