CHAPTER 15

Alisha's POV

It's been almost a week and we haven't talked to each other apart from things that are related to business or something that's very necessary.

It was a Sunday afternoon and I was preparing food for us because the staff was on a holiday.

"What's for lunch today?" Armaan asked while he entered the kitchen.

"Dal-Chawal and fried chicken." I replied.

"Hmm...Sounds good. But I'm very health conscious so I don't want to eat anything fried." He replied.

"Listen, eat whatever is cooked or else cook something for yourself." I replied curtly. I knew he wants to trouble me

"Okay————————————" He muttered something under his breath which I wasn't able to hear so ignored it.

"——————-"He muttered again and started checking the fridge.

"If you keep throwing tantrums then this is what happens." I told as I saw his face go dull.

"If you get a wife like ALISHA KAPOOR then this is what happens." He commented more like correcting my statement which angered me so I kicked him on his leg.

"This is what happens when you punish people for no damn reason." I told pointing at myself.

"It's n...Ouch!!!" He exclaimed suddenly and I saw blood oozing from his finger. I took held his hand and took him near the sink to wash the blood when I suddenly felt hard pain on my cheek.

Did he just slap me? What did I even do? I was just helping him. I left him and went out. I brought the first aid box and kept it on the kitchen slab and switched off the stove and ran to my room.

And all the while he was just standing like nothing had happened.

I don't know how I controlled my tears.

Armaan's POV

After the last encounter we had it's been a  almost week now and we haven't talked to each other. I kept ignoring her thinking that it would annoy her but, nah...instead of being bothered about it she is also ignoring me which is annoying me.

"What's for lunch today?" I asked Alisha who was cooking something in the kitchen. It was a Sunday afternoon and the staff was on a holiday today.

"Dal-Chawal and fried chicken." She replied.

"Hmm...Sounds good. But I'm very health conscious so I don't want to eat anything fried." The menu was yummy but I wanted to trouble her.

"Listen, eat whatever is cooked or else cook something for yourself." She replied curtly.

"Okay. Aise toh bol rahi hai jaise mai iske haath ka khaana khane ke liye mara jaa raha hoon." I muttered and as always she ignored. This is getting on to my nerves now.  I

"Kaisi biwi hai? Insist bhi nahi kiya ki khalo? Maine kaha aur woh maan gayi. Aise jan karna hota hai tab toh kitni ziddi ban jaati hai. Lekin aaj zid karke mujhe khane ke liye nahi bol sakti." I muttered again and started checking the fridge to make something for myself and there were only veggies nothing else. 'She can eat chicken but I should eat veggies.' I thought.

'Tell her to cook for you also.' My heart said.

'Are you crazy? What about your ego?' My brain said.

As usual I listened to my brain and took out the veggies and started cutting them to make vegetable salad.

'Sunn apne dimagh ki aur kha ye ghas-phuss.' My heart told. Note the sarcasm.

"If you keep throwing tantrums then this is what happens." She told as if she read my mind.

"If you get a wife ALISHA KAPOOR then this is what happens." I corrected her.

She glared at me and I returned her glare.

"This is what happens when you punish people for no damn reason." She told pointing at herself.

"It's n...Ouch!!!" I exclaimed when I realised that I cut my finger and it hurt so much. Why did I even cut veggies while looking at her. She suddenly jumped and came towards me caught my finger to wash it when I suddenly pulled my hand due to pain which resulted in a thud sound and she left from the kitchen.

Fuck!!!

what did I do?

I freaking slapped her.

Oh shit!!!

I went behind her but she entered some other room and locked it. I could hear her sobbing and tried to apologise and convince her to open the door but sadly she didn't get convinced so I went to my room and slept. Thinking that I'd convince her tomorrow.

Next morning...

I opened my eyes due to sun rays falling directly on my face but I wasn't able to get out off my bed. Uh...it's so cold.

"Wake up. You have to go to the office." Alisha said as I received the ringing intercom on the bedside table.

"Uh...I can't...I don't feel good." I replied which was actually true.

"Kuch bhi karo. I don't care." She said curtly and she cut the call.

After a while, someone knocked on my door and I asked that person to come in.

"I'm asking you for the last time, are you coming or I should go alone?" Alisha asked looking at her phone.

"I'm not feeling well. I can't even get off this bed." I replied weakly.

In a moment, I could feel the back of her palm on my head.

"I think you have fever." She said as she was found the first aid box and came back near me.

"Take this." She said as she handled me the thermometer.

"108!!! I guess we need to call the doctor." She exclaimed concerned.

"No need. I'll be okay by tomorrow." I said.

"Shut up! I know what to do. I'm not asking you. I'm calling the doctor." She ordered while searching the doctor's contact number.

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"Take these tablets, Armaan." She told handing me the tables that the doctor had prescribed.

'She is not that bad. Even though I slapped her, she is taking care of me. She isn't that bad. I think I should move on and give her a chance.' I thought.

"What are you smiling at me like that?" Alisha asked looking at me while setting the bed. Only then I realised that I was looking at her and smiling.

"Uhm...Nothing." I said and then laid down on the bed.