Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hooked! : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Throughout the day, Abhishek only got up to vomit or to do his personal business. His face had become pale and i was just waiting for the reports that the doctor sent to our house. It was only after i checked the reports that i calmed down. Abhishek didn't had any major disease. It was really food poisoning. Much to my relief. The medicines were good as he no longer felt so weak. One thing i now understood is, an ill Abhishek is just like a baby who gets too cranky or too clingy. He literally kept nagging at everything i made. Sometimes it would be tasteless, sometimes it would get too spicy. Sometimes he wanted to eat something else while the next moment he will make faces at the dish. I had never been so insecured about my cooking as i have been today. When i asked the househelpers to cook, he said, only i should cook for him. Then he won't leave me for a second. He kept sitting on the kitchen's cabinet, asking for a hug periodically, because the doctors assured him that i won't g

"CUT THE DRAMA AND SPEAK PROPERLY." He yelled back and all the flashes, i thought i was over with, came running back. #"Vaishnavi, please open the door. Its..its smellind (smelling) here. Please let me tome (come) . I promise to never answer you bact (back) ..please open the door." I cried, banging the door of the girl's washeroom but she didn't complied.Instead she just laughed. "No, you bitxh. You need to be reminded that you can't take my place. How dare you top the exams when you can't even speak properly. You never gave the answers in class, i did. And you managed to top the papers? Now keep shouting from here because no one enters this wing."She left.I kept sobbing there, yelling my lungs out, but no one helped. It was only after the sweeper came and opened the door. I could not even tell him or anyone what happened, because it only meant another torture. #"And its a DOAL (goal) ...Yeahh" i jumped in happiness as our team won the basketb

"Abhishek, it's difficult. It's too difficult to cope up with the new atmosphere especially when you are a child who could not speak properly. There were only few who would try to understand me patiently, without making fun of me. Most of them would only make me feel differentiated, as if I was not a human who can be hurt too. Just because I chose to not fight back, so my dad won't get to know about all of it, they thought I was their.. Experiment bag. They would lock me in empty rooms, tear my notebooks, hide my bag, throw water on me and most importantly, they would hurt me by their sharp language. Or pata hai, ek baar jab aap ye soch lete ho ki shayad aap me hi koi kami hogi, toh har buri cheez hone me aap apne aap ko hi blame krte ho. Koi aapka message seen krke chor de, abruptly call end krde, aapki taraf dekh ke Hass de, ya apni nazre pher le. Aisa lagta ki you are just worthless. Confidence ki toh band baj jati hai. Na Mai class me kabhi answer de paayi, na kabhi kisi competi

Pregnancy comes with many hardships. And with lavanya, it was already worsening day by day. She kept vomitting everything she ate and the morning nausea did not let her sleep properly. Abhishek tried his best to convince her to eat even if she vomits it. But lavanya had strictly told him that she will only live by water, but she won't vomit. It took all her energy. "Baby, if you won't eat anything, how will you take care of our baby?" He said rubbing her back as she laid over him, like a lazy dog. "I already feel exhausted in two months. Vomitting just makes it worst." She mumbled, trying to sleep. "Because you are not eating anything. You want to have your milk shake? Ice-cream or anything?" He asked, not caring if it was healthy or not. He only wanted her to eat anything or it might be a problem. "No. I just want to sleep." He sighed at her answer and rubbed her back, patting it slightly. "If you don't eat four meals atleast in a day, i'm going to tell your students that you w

"Shh...stop crying baby, look mumma has so many toys. Wanna play?" I tried to console my two month old baby boy, Vihaan, who was crying continuously from an hour. No matter how hard i try, he didn't stopped crying."Hungry? Is my boy hungry? Come, mumma will feed you." I opened the buttons of blowse and took Vihaan near my breasts but he didn't latched like other times and now tears pooled in my eyes. "What happened baby? Are you angry from mumma? Please stop crying."I hooked back my blowse and took him in a hug, patting his back. "My baby, my sweetheart. Stop crying." I cooed but he was not in the mood to shut his crying. "Are you hurt somewhere? Let mumma see." His tears were like a dagger for me.I laid him down on the mattress and took off his clothes slowly until he was in his birthsuit. I checked for any discomfort but there was none. "You want massage? Lets massage you!" I took the baby oil from the side table and started massaging him while making some funny faces.For a seco