Ishita dialed incessantly, frustrated, as dushyant just wouldn't answer her calls, she cursed his name under her breath in anger, as punched the wall in front of her. suddenly, dushyant came in front of her. he walked in to her in a rush, as ishita glared at him, standing with her arms crossed. 

"mujhe shyam ne bataya ki ambulance aayi thi equm ke liye...." stated dushyant, as ishita just scoffed at him, shaking her head. 

"usse abhi emergency se normal ward mein shift kiya hai...clearly tumse kahin bhi time pe aane ke umeed toh rakhi nahi jaa sakti.." remarked ishita, keeping her phone back in her purse, zipping it shut, as dushyant raised his brow looking around, completely ignoring her. 

"yeh, purvi aur kavin kahan hai? tum bachon ke saath akeli ho yahan?" questioned dushyant, looking at bani and nihaal sitting together by the chairs outside the general ward. 

"kavin ko heart attack hua hai.." blurted out ishita, a piercing gaze fixed on dushyant, with a blunt tone. 

"kya!" exclaimed dushyant, as ishita looked over to bani again before turning back to dushyant. 

"purvi ka mental state bilkul theek nahi hai abhi, equm literally marte-marte bacha hai ek drug overdose se, and kavin ko bahaut serious dhaka laga uss news ka....bani kaafi der se ro rahi hai, and purvi pata nahi kahan chali gayi hai." informed ishita, trying to keep her volume low, as to not make the kids worry more, as that was not her intention. 

"kavin..." attempted dushyant to ask, as ishita sighed in distress and looked at the emergency ward. 

"no words from the doctors yet...." added ishita, as dushyant covered his face, attempting to compose himself as he processed all of this. 

"tumne mujhe phone kyun nahi kiya?" asked dushyant, as ishita raised her brow at him, while dushyant just looked at her with utter disbelief. 

"tumhara dimaag kya bilkul hi kharaab ho gaya ab?" retorted ishita back, as dushyant looked at ishita with complete bewilderment. 

"excuse me?" responded dushyant, still trying to maintain his composure, as ishita seemed to have lost it completely. 

"main tumhe jabse yahan aayi hoon tabse phone kar rahi hoon! tum bina kisiko bataye najane pure din se kahan gayab ho!  arre mera nahi, toh apne bete ka toh phone utha hi sakte ho!" yelled ishita, as nihaal and bani looked up to see what was happening, which dushyant noticed, grabbing ishita's hand and pulling her out of there forcefully, which completely baffled her. 

"dushyant! dushyant, kya kar rahe ho tum! mera haath chodo! dushyant, you are hurting me!" yelled ishita even louder, only for dushyant to stop in an empty corner and forcefully push ishita against the wall, as she was left mum. 

he threw her hand he had held onto the wall by her wrist with such a tight grasp that made her squint her eyes in pain. he had completely pinned her to the wall,as he stood in front of with only a few gasps of air covering the distance between them. dushyant glared at ishita, as she looked down, still breathing heavily from the pain. 

"dushyant, please...mera haath chod do...dard ho raha hai mujhe..." requested ishita, her voice so low it was almost inaudible. 

"mere saamne tumhari awaaz isse uche kabhi nahi honi chahiye..." stated dushyant bluntly, a scaringly calm voice, as ishita was now looking at her hand, being tightly groped by dushyant. 

"sorry.." apologized ishita, as dushyant finally let go of her hand, letting her take a huge sigh of relief, as he walked away. 

she still stood by the wall, as she attempted to calm herself down, her body still shaking in shock from what just happened. 

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Her fingers playfully thrusted onto his  bare chest as she lay on top of him, one blanket covering them both. ishita gave dushyant a tiny peck on the tip of his nose as a gesture of affection, as a smile came onto a sleeping dushyant. he opened his eyes, his smile only getting wider, as he looked at her adorable smile. he lovingly wrapped his arms around her bare back taking a huge sigh before surprising her by making her lie down on the other side of the bed as now he was on top. 

"ab yahi raho aur so jao, aur mujhe bhi sone do, 1 baj gaya hai, meeting hai meri subha, uthna hai mujhe!"  exclaimed dushyant, about to roll back to his side of the bed, when ishita pulled him back. 

"come on, it's been so long, jabse jasmine hui hai, aaj pehli raat hai hum actually akele time spend karpaye..." responded ishita, as dushyant chuckled. 

"toh bacha kisko karna tha?" remarked dushyant, as ishita glared at him. 

"mujhe pata tha tum yahi bologe..." replied ishita in annoyance, before looking at him seriously. 

"nahi dushyant, i really need to say something..." stated ishita, as dushyant was paying attention now. 

"ab jasmine bottle se doodh pee rahi hai, 24/7 uspe dhyaan dene ki zaroorat nahi hai...i was thinking, i should start working again..." expressed ishita, as dushyant was a little taken aback. 

"i'll be at home...i can manage now, ab woh problem nahi haina joh tum keh rahe the, ki i won't be able to manage with a child that requires 24/7 attention and zyada stress ho jayega...i think it's time now..." added ishita, as dushyant nodded, a slight hesitance was still there. 

"tum..kya, soch rahe ho?" questioned ishita, as dushyant got back to earth. 

"yahi, ki ab tum agar kaam karna shuru karogi toh aisi raatein aur kam ho jayengi..." joked dushyant, as ishita giggled. 

"toh aaj saari kassar puri karlete hain..." remarked dushyant, as he leaned in to kiss her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, not realising that he had taken off the condom he was wearing and had thrown it aside. 

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"come on purvi, you could have atleast informed ki tumhare ghar ambulance aayi thi, this is very important news..." stated a man on the other end of the call, as purvi face palmed herself. 

"sir, my son was in it! he had a medical emergency, i had to see him!" exclaimed purvi, in utter disbelief. 

"purvi, you are not  a doctor, but you are an executive for a news channel...you have a responsibility here. do you want to work or not?" rebuked the man, as purvi's jaw dropped. 

"sir?" responded purvi. 

"purvi, 8 baj rahe hain, 9 baje ka show hai, you need to be here right now." hung up the man on the call, as purvi was shocked and angry at the same time. she threw her phone on the floor, covering her face, before she started to cry. 

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