"Why the hell can't you just listen to me once?"

He scolded her while covering her in duvets and adjusting the pillows behind her head. She shivered, her lips trembled and she gazed at him to say something.

Arnav - I told you so many times to stop dancing in rain. You get ill very fast but do you ever listen to me? Now you've fallen sick and I have to cancel my meetings for today. You're the limit.

Khushi - I' I'm so-

She opened her mouth to say something, he kept a thermometer between her lips instead.

Arnav - Close your mouth and stay like this for few minutes. I'll get cold water and wet wipes for you.

As much he loves her and her childish character, sometimes it's annoying to him. Despite of him having warned her multiple times to not dance outside in the cold rain, she did exactly that and now laying in bed with fever and cold.

Arnav - Damn it Khushi. You're having high fever. I'll need to take you to a doctor.

He kept the thermometer on the night table and attended his phone which started ringing.

The delegates from Paris had arrived and were demanding his presence.

Arnav - I know Hannah but my wife is having high fever. I can't leave her alone and come to office.

Khushi stared him feeling so guilty. There he was, working so hard and trying to expand business while she carelessly just adds more burden to him.

Since a week he had been focused on this presentation for today's meeting only and had slept so less working night and day. And now everything will go in vain because she was being so childish.

Arnav - I can't have a video conference right now Arman. You know how important it is, so handle the delegates and try to convince them to postpone the meeting for a day.

* * *

"Stop testing my patience and have this soup. After that you have to take these medicines."

He was losing it slowly. How she never fails to drive him crazy with her antics.

Khushi - Please don't force me to have it. It is not tasty.

Arnav - The doctor advised to have soup and then these medicines. So you are going to drink it! No more arguments.

Khushi - Can't I eat normal food and then take medicines? Maybe khichdi.

He grit his teeth glaring her. Why can't this girl for once not argue and just do as said? That's it! She officially pushed him to his limits.

Arnav - You're worse than a child. I've had it with you! You always have to go against me and do exactly the opposite of what I say. First dancing in rain only to fall sick and now this. Because of your carelessness, the project I've been working on since more than a month and for which we basically moved to London is up the spout! You're the limit Khushi!

She looked down frightened and with moistened eyes, slowly pushed herself to sit on the bed.

But just when she forwarded her hand to take the soup, he went out of the bedroom holding it. While she thought he's so angry he doesn't even wanna give her the soup and medicines anymore, Arnav actually googled the recipe of Khichdi.

* * *

"I don't know what to do with her. I'm unable to cope up with her currently, Di."

She opened her eyes to see him standing there at the window and talking over phone.

She knew he hadn't been in the best mood since morning. He had been taking care of her since morning, did household chores and missed his meeting with the delegates from Paris which was really important to him.

Back in Delhi whenever she fell sick, there were Di and Jiji to take care of her so Arnav could resume his work.

She should have known that if she falls sick, it would put him out. She'd become a burden to him. Had he even eaten anything since morning or had he ignored his health again in stress?

Arnav - Am really done with her.

She gulped and buried her face back into the duvet. He's done with her? Her eyes filled with tears and she kept a hand on her mouth to not break into sobs.

Arnav - She's sleeping at the moment.

She closed her eyes thinning her lips and laid quietly not making any movement so he doesn't get to know she's awake.

Arnav - Ya, I know. Okay, I'll call you tomorrow. Good night Di.

He cut the call and turned to look at his wife who he thought was sleeping. He walked over to her and taking the duvet off her face, kept his hand on her forehead. She was a little bit better than in the morning but not enough.

She opened her eyes and saw him go out of the room with the bowl of water in his hands and a drop of tear found its way down to the pillow.

* * *

"What the hell do you think you're doing down here?"

She stopped in her track as he got up from the couch and gave her his signature glare. Yes, she still got scared from him whenever he would get angry at her. It was very rare that he would get angry on her seriously. And today was one of those rare occasions.

She gulped and shivering, clutched on her clothes.

Khushi - I, I have to, make dinner.

Arnav - Khushi, go back to bed. Don't worry about dinner.

Khushi - No. I'm feeling a lot better. I am ok now.

That was clearly not what he wanted to hear from her. She looked down ignoring his daggers and walked towards the kitchen.

He came in her way stopping her and held her wrist which was still quite hot. He swung her arm around his nape and lifted her up in his arms.

She stared him with her moistened eyes as he carried her back upstairs to the bedroom and put her back in bed.

Arnav - Stop acting so selfless and sacrificing. You aren't well and need rest. I will make dinner.

Khushi - You already did so much, I don't want to be a burden on you. I' I won't ever get out in rain and will always do what you say. But please don't leave me.

All his anger flew away seeing those big fat tears pouring out of her eyes. Every little drop out of her eyes still pricked his heart. He raised his brows in confusion.

Arnav - Khushi? What do you mean? Why would I leave you?

Khushi - I ruined everything. Your project, you' all your hard work went in vain because of me. And now you are done with me, I heard you as you were talking to Di. Am really sorry please. I really am. Don't leave me, I love you a lot. I'll die without you.

He shushed her by placing a finger on her lips and nodded in denial. Wiping her tears off her cheek, he embraced her in his arms.

Arnav - You got me wrong. I didn't mean I'd leave you because I lost that deal. I meant am done with you not listening to me and never care for yourself. Your well-being is everything I want. You know how easy it is for you to fall sick.

She withdrew their hug and looked up at him still in his arms though.

Khushi - But you were so angry. Because of me you lost the deal.

Arnav - No deal is more important than you! You're my biggest deal!

She glanced at him innocently as if he just took off a heavy burden from her, the burden of guilt. And a sweet memory snaked its way to her mind.

Arnav - Actually, in the heat of the moment, I was frustrated and let it out on you. I shouldn't have blamed you. I'm sorry.

She nodded in denial wrapping her arms around his torso now and kept her head to rest on his chest smiling a bit now.

Khushi - You don't apologize. Had I not fallen sick, you would have gotten the deal!

Arnav - Forget it. There will be many chances to expand our business in Europe. Just you get better and be on my side.

He placed tender kisses on her eyes. She felt so loved beyond words. But next she bit on her lips.

Khushi - But, will we go back to India now? I mean' we came here for this project na.

Arnav - Theoretically yes, we can go back home now.