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Chapter-14
Ishani stormed out of her room petrified whilst Nysa looked at her agitatedly when Ishani screamed, "Nysa, I am getting back to France, tonight," she rubbed her temple in distress when Nysa slowly sat down on the couch, trying to be soft, "May I ask why?"
"RV called up saying that he needs help for a few things to get done and needs me now," she lied, biting her lip when Nysa looked at her scornfully and said, "You said that you are on a break for two days and there's still another day to go, if I am not wrong," she adjusted her reading bifocals and opened a random magazine, trying to read them.
"B-But I need to-" Ishani said but Nysa cut her sentence saying, "I'll book the tickets. Get freshened up so that we can leave. It's already late," her voice was seemingly annoyed when Ishani sat beside her and laid on her lap, saying, "Are you angry, Nysa?"
"Why should I be? Who am I to get angry at you, Ishani?" she never made her eye contact with hers when Ishani looked at her dejectedly and sat back again when Nysa got up and went inside her room, without saying anything.
"Nysa, I'll stay here for another day," she shouted, "I don't have any issues in staying with you!" but then she heard no response from the other side. She waited outside, praying that everything should be fine between them when Nysa came back with a copy in hand.
"What's this?" Ishani asked when Nysa replied hastily, "Pack your bag, the flight is at 11 p.m. It's already seven here."
"Nysa…but listen to me," Ishani tried to explain, "No, Ishani. I have been listening to you all while," Nysa snapped back and left the hall shorn of any expression whilst Ishani stood clueless as to what should she do.
"Ishani, you have not got much time. I'll be leaving by 8.30, got it?" she heard Nysa scream at the top of her voice when she looked at the sickle shaped moon which slowly ascended, flaring up the sky. She quickly went inside her room and packed the things as fast as possible as she saw the time to be 8 already.
Ishani came out of her room with her pink track pants and a loose tee which had random prints all over along with her scarf. Checking for her watch and a hair band, she tied her hair to a messy ponytail, her long hair obstructing her face when Nysa came out from the kitchen with a glass of juice and salad as she clink the glass with a ladle, calling Ishani in silence.
She looked at Nysa as she saw her dinner ready at the table when she walked towards Nysa in three strides and said- "Nysa, let me-"
"Ishani, we're late," Nysa retorted and stepped back, eating her dinner alone in the kitchenette when Ishani following her, trying to mend everything before she left for France.
"Nysa…please, what is your problem now? What did I do?" Ishani asked as she sipped some juice and sat on the counter when Nysa turned away from her, cleaning the rest of the dishes. The rest of the dinner remained mute until Ishani broke it, "What's your problem now?"
"Problem? You lying is my problem," Nysa looked at her, one of the eyebrows cocked up, her anger and ache visible in her dark grey eyes when Ishani looked at her flustered, for her, the question being shocking and startling.
"Wha- When?"
"Now, get your bags, we are leaving." Nysa quipped and left the place quietly as Ishani cussed herself for being such a terrible liar. She slowly walked around her room like a snail as she took her bags, leaving for the airport.
Ishani got down from the car, looking at the array of automobiles as she looked at a disappointed Nysa whilst she looped towards Nysa saying, "I want to say something," she gulped her throat as Nysa nodded in reply. She had never lied anything to Nysa since childhood and she did not wish to lie now by saying that she was going only to take care of Ranveer and not for any business purpose. She felt the cool breeze now getting sultry for her when she saw the time. It was 9.30 already and she had to leave for her security check already. But then, she decided to stay back and say about Ranveer.
"Shall we sit?" Ishani sat down on the seat beside the pavement as she signalled Nysa too to join in. As both of them sat comfortably, Ishani cleared her throat and looked at Nysa who was busy looking at the terminals and counting the number of travellers.
"Nysa, I am not going back for any official reason," Ishani tucked in her locks and twitched her fingers in reflex when Nysa nodded and replied, "Yeah, I knew that," she now looked at Ishani with her grey pair of eyes when Ishani moved her head in panic.
"Huh? Okay…So the thing is, Ranveer is RV and RV is Ranveer…" she dragged her sentence when Nysa interrupted, "Yeah, I knew that, too." Ishani looked at her mystified and countered, "What? How?"
"Well, you disclosed RV and Ranveer being the same when you were talking about your special equation; remember?" Nysa snapped when Ishani smiled at her uncomfortably, for her, Nysa's reply being surprising. She knew that Nysa had a keen sense of hearing and memory, but this was shocking, at least for her.
"Oh, yeah? Did I?" Ishani tried to maintain her cool when she heard, "And, you love him, right?" Nysa broke the ice when Ishani got up from the seat, trying to conceal the fact.
"N-No, Nysa, It's-It's not like that," Ishani twitched her fingers again, this time in fear and anxiety when Nysa asked her sit down beside her, so that they could have a peaceful conversation.
"Not another lie, Ishani," Nysa's eyes were cold and fierce; both at the same time when Ishani looked at her, for her the eyes were looking scary. She breathed in once more time before replying, "I-I mean…"
"Oh c'mon Ishani! I have been seeing you since you were five years and I am twice your age, so I have better knowledge about life, get that," Nysa smiled as Ishani looked at her keenly and said, "I actually…"
"Do you love him, Ishani?" she asked honestly, her voice soft and mellow like any other day. She had come back to normal, Ishani felt before she spoke, "I guess," she kerbed her throat yet again when Nysa looked at her confused, "What do you mean by I guess?"
"I mean, I- I don't know whether this is the right time to get into a relationship, Nysa," she sighed when Nysa chuckled and said, "So why don't you wait?"
"Wait? So, are you not against me in getting with this relationship?" Ishani's voice was seemingly thrilled when she clasped her hands in an euphoric fashion when Nysa snapped back saying, "Yes, why would I say a no to that, Ishani? I am perfectly fine with this," she wind-swept her hair when Ishani looked at her, her expression now serious, "But I am just twenty-three now, Nysa. Rather, twenty four," she winked, and sat erect, proud of her age when Nysa smiled and said, "You are young, I do agree and he must young too…how old is he by the way?"
"Twenty five."
"So, that goes well! Take your own time and then marry!" Nysa chortled as Ishani hugged her tightly, "You're the best mother one can have! I love you so much, Nysa and I mean it!"
"Love you too, Ishani. But you have to get back now, right?" she broke from the hug and got up when she realised, "Hey! You said you're not going for any official purpose, right? So, what's the reason for you to leave back a day early?"
"Well," Ishani bit her lip and continued, "Ranveer was caught up in a brawl yesterday and he's injured."
"Injured?" Nysa looked at her concerned.
"I-I don't know about that. But Abel, I mean, the butler of the house called me and asked me to come immediately because his condition is really bad," Ishani whispered, her voice almost inaudible to Nysa when she reacted, "Is he serious, Ishani? I mean, what was the need for him to get caught up in a brawl? Are you sure that he is the right guy for you?" she sounded concerned when Ishani managed, "Yes, Nysa. I am very much confident about him, trust me," she smiled when Nysa caressed her locks and said, "Okay then, if you don't have any issues, I am perfectly fine with your decision. Take care and take care of him, too," she got back inside her car when Ishani smiled back and nodded.
"I will, Nysa," she heard the car rev when she took her baggage and left for the security check up, her mind now blocked concerned with Ranveer's behaviour and health. What was the need for him to get into the bar, in a first? Why did he mingle himself in a bar brawl, out of all? What was the need to? And what was the reason to get inside a bar at nocturnal hours? Ishani thought when she sat down inside the waiting hall, having an ear for the announcements.
The doctor checked the monitor, taking down of Ranveer's pulse rates constantly for every few hours, examining his condition which has been fluctuating for the past 39 hours. He sneaked out from Ranveer's cubicle and cross-checked the rates whilst Ranveer remained unconscious since 13 hours. Neither did he eat anything nor did he spoke any. He was surviving only with glucose for the past one and half days as he wasn't able to take anything solid. Abel stood alongside the walls of the hospital when he saw the doctor getting inside his cabin. Walking swiftly to him, he asked, "Doctor, how is Monsieur now? Can I have a look at him? I haven't seen him for more than a day now and it is necessary," he spoke diligently when he replied, "Not now, definitely. His condition is stable, though," he smiled and went inside his cubicle for further examination when Abel sat in distress, wondering about Ishani's reaction.
It was almost to dusk when Ishani entered the doors of the hospital, her hair shabby and her face dry, worn out along with the dreary eyes which were almost dead. Running through the corridors, she spotted Abel, who was sitting alone, looking at Ranveer's cubicle back and fro for every few minutes when Ishani exhaled, "Abel!"
Swiftly turning towards Ishani's side, he came running and whispered, "Madame, I am sorry for spoiling your day but Monsieur is in a very bad condition that I had to tell you," he bit his lips which were quivering when Ishani shrieked, "Tell me what happened, Abel. Why didn't you tell me about the entire incident?"
"Madame, take a seat, please," he gave her a seat and sat before he continued, "Monsieur wanted to surprise you with Skittles by bringing it back home. And I—I don't know what happened. I just got a call from the bar that he was admitted to the hospital and rest is history," he quipped when Ishani continued vexatious; "He must have got drunk, Abel…I am telling you, he was drunk!"
"No—No Madame, he wasn't. The doctors too said that, he wasn't drunk!" Abel tried to explain when she got up and snapped, "Abel, don't try to influence me. You can never do that."
"But Madame, you never asked about his condition," he said with a sad grin when Ishani looked at him and sighed, "What do you expect me to say, Abel? Who asked him to do that? I sometimes cannot fathom what he wants. He gets angry for no reason while the next minute, he is all smiles. Did the doctor say anything specific? I want to meet him right now!"
"Mr Raymond's inside, Madame. You can go and meet him now, if you wish to," Abel said with a hopeful grin when Ishani said, "Is he? I have to meet him then, right now!" she got up and went towards the cabin of the doctor as she entered.
"Excuse me?"
"Hello, Miss. Please, get in. May I know what do you need now?" Raymond asked, his voice stiff whilst Ishani said, "Hello, doctor. I am Ishani and I want to know about the patient who was just admitted two days ago," she dragged when the doctor finished, "Ranveer?"
"Ye—Yes, Ranveer. May I know about his condition now?
"Well, please take seat," Raymond smiled when Ishani sat, "The thing is that Mr Ranveer is badly bruised and his right hand is fractured, maybe because of the fall. Plus, his head is severely injured along with huge blood loss along with his blistered lips, bruised eyes and cheeks," he looked at a sad Ishani when she asked, "When can I go and meet him?"
"Not today, Miss. He is unconscious right now because of the anaesthesia. It will take a minimum of twelve hours for him to wake up now. I can assure you of meeting him at 9 in the morning tomorrow," he smiled when Ishani got up saying, "Okay, thank you, doctor. When can we take him back home?"
"Probably by another few days. But he'll need the help of the physiotherapy for his right hand."
"Oh. Is he responding to the treatment?" she asked, concerned when he replied, "Uh, I am afraid. Well, he's responding well to the medicines but the problem is that he never answers to any of our questions. That is normal, though. He must be in the same hangover," he kerbed his throat and continued, "Does he answer when he's at home or is he always pale and moody?"
"It depends, doc. Why? Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. He's okay as of now. The problem is with mood swings though and I think it is normal. So there's no need to worry, Miss," he assured her when Ishani said, "Okay, doctor, thank you. Have a good day." She left the room, for her the thought of his mood swings pestering.
"Madame, Madame! Did you see the doctor? What was his suggestion?" Abel asked Ishani running from the other end of the doctor when Ishani came out of her reverie and answered, "It's getting better, Abel. His conditions are getting better," she smiled uncomfortably when Abel said; "You should take some rest now, Madame. You look exhausted!"
"Yeah, I know. Abel, May I ask you something?" Abel made a fair nod when Ishani continued, "Was Ranveer looking sad or angry on the day of his accident?"
"Not exactly, Madame. But he was looking the same. He was restless. I heard that he is about to take up two more projects and sell the other shares too."
"What?" she exclaimed, "Sell the shares? Two new projects?"
"Ye—Yes, Madame. I am not sure though. I just heard the conversation between him and Gaspar, his assistant."
"When is he planning to have the meeting?"
"It was supposed to happen tomorrow but I guess things are getting postponed," he sighed looking at Ranveer's cubicle when Ishani spoke, "I am going to the resort now," she turned when Abel stopped, "No Madame. You are not going anywhere but home. You may go tomorrow. Please…"
"B—But this was—"
"I know, it is important. Still, there's no need for it now. I'll stay here for the night. Good Night, Madame."
"Yeah, good night to you too," she turned back confused. Why did Ranveer take up two new projects when there was one already lined up? What is wrong with him? Why is he getting himself tied up with so many projects? Ishani thought as she walked through the corridors, feeling helpless.
Done! Constructive Criticism will be more than welcome and sorry for typos. :D :D