Jiya was feeling worried sick a there was no call back from Ranvir even after like six hours.
The next morning, Early up Pawan came to visit her.
He softly knocked on her door. "Jiya~" He said playfully. There was silence on the other end. "Jiya?" he called again loosing his playful edge. He turned the handle of the door to find it unlocked. A thick wave of relief flew over him.
He silently opened the door and slipped into the dark room "Hey, bart?" Walked to the small mound in the comforter. After opening a curtain.
Her breath was even, she was asleep... "Jiya? C'mon wake up..." Slighly shaked her by her shoulder. She didn't even budge.
A small warm smile folded on his lips as he knelt down and slighly lifted the comforter from her face "Someone is recovering well, eh?" he mumbled, a low rumble in his chest. He brushed hair away from her face, "We'll get Anubhave, once I'm back okay?" He murmured getting up... Soft morning light causing a subtle glow in the room.
He exited the room with a soft click of the door. After some time, a convoy left from the mansion.
Jiya' POV
I woke up to the bright streaming sunrays peaking throught the curtains, I remembered drawing...
I got up, the sting in my muscles still there, I am recovering good...
"After sometime I'll go meet Dad..." Muttered as I stood up.
It was not as painful as before, 'I'm recovereing well...' I smiled to myself and walked into the bathroom to freshen up...
I usually came out to Pawan waiting for me, to feed me breakfast but he was not here yet. Weird...
I plugged my phone on the charger and went out with a towel around my neck, drying my hair.
I padded to the Sitting area, where Aunty Bhavna would usually sit and sip tea in the morning.
Walking was really less painful now Even without painkillers...
And...
Why auntys' not here?
"Didi, where is aunty?" I Called a maid,
The maid explained how, all the family went to some function with business associates out of the state...
I was bored... did my usual routine and sat back down in my room. Debating on what to do, I was not in the condition to get back on my job... I do want to go back to Papa, but... no.
Jiya was stuck in the whirlpool of thoughts, torn between her her wishes and her well-being.
Soon it was afternoon,
Everything in the mansion had quiet down by the afternoon. Maids and servants were down with their jobs.
Jiya was in her room, probably on her phone, probably sleeping...
I was mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, And God was I bored...
'Cute dog', Like 'Damn, nice car.' like 'Nice abs' Like- Wait NO! unlike.
Did I just like a... a shirtless photo?! of my own damn crush?! no... I'm doomed...
She was internally cussing herself for it but forgot as the day progressed.
...
It was around evening and she was about to go eat some snacks when her Phone rung.
argh... why do people have to call me now...
She lazily picked up the call "Hello?"
The voice which came from the other side made her froze.