Chapter 34
[A/N: I still haven't regained my mood. Uggh, I hate serving you half hearted stuff. It makes me feel bad. The length goes back to 200 words, as the lemon is over.]
"Baba? Baba? Aap sun sakte hai mujhe?" A concerned voice was coming from somewhere really far away, he felt.
He couldn't understand why he felt this heavy. It seemed as if his head weighed a ton. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe properly. But the question was, why?
He tried concentrating on one limb at a time. So that he could maybe move at least one part of his body. Maybe then, slowly, he would regain motion in all his now heavy body parts.
"Baba? Aapko meri aawaz agar sunaayi de rahi hai, toh please, uthne ki koshish kijiyega. Hum sab yahaan aapse pyaar karte hai. Aap hum sabke saath aisa nahi kar sakte.. Sochiye Bade Saheb ka kya hoga..." He could hear the soothing yet frantic voice of Karamji, and somehow his voice implied that there was some grave danger looming around. But what danger? He couldn't just concentrate.
He wanted to snort, sigh or at least do something for the unnecessary sobs that were silently rocking that elderly servant. What had made him so weak? If he remembered right, Karamji hardly ever sounded this weak. It was almost as if Karamji were talking about his mother, not him. What the hell was wrong with him?