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Healing Angels Hospital, Mumbai.

Kirti removed the empty bottle of IV drip and proceeded to pick the bottle of orange juice on the bedside table. She opened it and inserted a straw in it.

Samar watched her silently with a stony face.

Kirti extended the bottle towards him. "Here, drink the juice."

Samar didn't accept the bottle. "I am feeling weak. I can't hold the bottle by myself." He said while looking somewhere else.

Kirti remained silent for a while before holding the bottle near his mouth.

The point of straw brushed against Samar's lips roughly and he frowned in discomfort. "Tsk! Who treats a patient like this? If you don't want to take care of me then get lost! Your face is killing my appetite!"

Kirti stayed silent in the same position with an 'if you want to drink then drink otherwise go to hell' look on her face. She had had enough of his temper tantrums.