It was a rough idea, but as I thought, it was not just a normal dislocation, but a fracture. Ugh, the last thing I want. And now what would I tell Vani? Would she be mad or worried? I lowkey want to see her reaction.

"Bro, you need to go home now. Just how many hours will you be sitting in my cabin? It's 6 already." Siddharth commented while typing on his laptop. He is not even looking at my side.

His face was crunched. Even in stress, he looks fine. I must say he is handsome.

"I know I look good, but there is no need to gawk at me like this. I have a boyfriend." He smirked. Ok, I take that back.

"What's bothering you?" I choose to ignore his previous statement. His smile faltered as he sighed. I rarely see this man in stress. The last time I saw him being concerned was when his family didn't accept him being gay. 

"This Raghav is really something." My back stiffened.

"What about him?" I got up from my seat and moved to his side.

"He never died. He was never in an accident." My eyes fell on his desktop, where some pictures were pinned. Raghav. Recent photo of him. Although his beard has grown but I can tell that is him. In some pictures, he was holding a phone to his ears, in some he was puffing cigarettes, in some he was just sitting on a bench doing nothing.

The real question is, why did he do that? If he is not dead, why didn't he come out? Why did he even do that? What will he achieve with faking his death? And most important, what about Vani? Why did he lie to her?

Siddharth closed the window on his desktop and looked at me.

"He is maybe planning something. But don't worry I will handle everything. You just go home and rest." He assured me. Although I don't need any assurance right now, his words really warmed my heart.

I gently squeezed his shoulder while looking at him gratefully. He is a really great friend.

"Oh, thank you so much for looking at me like this." He covered his mouth with his one hand and his eyes glistened. I rolled my eyes at his drama and paced my way out of his cabin.

"Text me, when he gets home." He yelled from behind in his usual dramatic voice.

Standing in front of the main door of my house, I felt nervous. Should I knock? Should I don't? My mind contemplated. But I need to get inside. Maybe she is not at home? Taking a guess, I pressed to security code and went in.

There I saw my wife standing in front of the door, looking at me with anger. Her face void of emotions told me, how angry she was right now.

"Where were you?" she asked in her low pitch. Then her line of sight fell on the cast which is wrapped around my shoulder. She gasped loudly.

"Oh my god, Omkar." She hurriedly came closer to me and held my forearm gently.

"How did this happen?" she asked quietly. She was concerned, her voice was telling me that. And on a second note, I was slightly happy that she was concerned for me.

"Omkar, I'm asking you something." Even in her high pitch I only found concern.

"There was a little accident." I sighed tiredly. The day has taken a toll on me. A way too much.

"What do you mean a little?" she eyed me.

"First come and sit." She dragged me to the couch and pushed me gently on it.

"Wait here." She dispersed in the kitchen and almost immediately appeared with a glass of water. She is fast.

"Here drink this." She handed me the glass and took it without any protest. I was drinking the water when I noticed her crouching down and touching my ankles. I almost choked on the water.

"What are you doing?" I asked in bewilderment as she looked directly into my eyes.

"Removing your shoes." And then I noticed I was still wearing my shoes inside the house. She particularly hates when someone wears shoes inside the house, and precisely when they have come from outside.

"I'm sorry, I forgot." Before I knew it, an apology rolled out from my mouth.

"It's ok." She again focused down and touched my right ankle. Before she could touch my shoes, I grabbed her hands.

"You don't have to do this. Get up, love." I whispered feeling really awkward. She should not do this. This felt so wrong.

"I had a dislocation of my shoulder before, and I know how painful it is. Don't underestimate this thing, Mr. Kashyap." She stated that I didn't even get to know her when she pulled out my shoes.

"Lie back, Om, you don't want to strain your back also." She giggled. Unknowingly I also smiled. She continued her work and pulled out my shoes and socks.

"Fracture?" she asked quietly. I hummed in response.

"Come, I should help you freshen up." She got up and forwarded her hand to me and I like a small puppy held her hands and followed her.

Gosh, do I tell her, how hot is she looking right now? Don't, she will shy out. But she is not the type to shy out. Maybe, I should drop the idea and concentrate. She dragged me to our room and pushed the bathroom door.

"You are not Ambi dextral? Or are you?" she asked.

No, I'm not.

She chuckled.

"You need to use your words; I can't read your mind."

I must have seemed like an idiot.

"No, I'm not."

She went inside first. But when I didn't go in, she pooped her head out and glanced at me.

"What are you waiting for, come in." Does she know what she is doing?

I went in and saw; that she was wetting a towel in a sink. I frowned.

She looked back.

"This is for your face and right hand." She forwarded the wet towel to me. Yes, she does know what she is doing. And being a man what did I think?

"You will not be able to handle the water with your left hand. So, here." She pushed the towel to my side more. Hesitantly, I grabbed the towel.

Oh, she was talking about this kind of help. I was thinking I could see more of her hot- UGH AAGH HGHH, yeah that.

It would be so good if she would have ACTUALLY helped me.

"For any assistance, I'm outside." She stated and went out.

Sighing, I put the towel on the sink. And tried to roll my sleeves up. I tried.

"Hey," I said to Vani, who was really standing at the door. She snapped her head toward me.

"Do you need something?" she asked. And my heart melted. She looks really concerned. I should have been more attentive while driving, now I'm hating her stress which is directed towards me. She was looking at me confusingly and I felt sorry, really sorry for making her do things I didn't want her to do. But I had no other option.

Yeah? No option? Is this the same guy who got shot thrice and still managed to hit the gym like every day? You just want her attention, don't you?

Should I ask for her attention? Would it be a good idea, but I really want her attention on me. Call me a bitch, but I don't care.

I forwarded my arms to her, and she just eyed my left arm in confusion.

"Can you please fold the sleeves?" I asked quietly. Without saying anything, she just grabbed my arm and proceeded to roll my sleeve up. And then she touched my fractured arm and carefully rolled the sleeve.

"Is it good?" I nodded in response.

I started to freshen up and realized how hard is it to use only your one hand. And when that one hand is supposed to be your left hand. I was thankful that she prepared a wet towel beforehand. I see now, why.

My shirt is almost a mess with water, I need to get change. Making my way out I see my love still standing on the door. It took me by surprise. She was standing there for 20 minutes?

"You good?"

I nodded hesitantly.

"Good, lie on the bed. I will get you some food."

She went out and I sighed. Why I'm so nervous? I went inside the closet and pulled out a T-shirt. Ok, and now what? How am I going to wear this? I never knew that my left hand was this useless.