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Nisha lay on her bed wrapped in her warm woolen quilt shivering despite of the room being so warm. She could hear Diya speaking to someone over the phone. She found peace in the crackling sounds of the fireplace.
“If your nausea is any better, I will make some soup for you,” said Diya sitting on the bed beside her.
“No, thank you,” said Nisha in a weak voice,” Its still the same. I feel so cold. God please save me.”
“Its okay sweetie,” said Diya,” Periods can be really frustrating sometimes. Its good that you arent having any cramps.”
“Its Saturday tomorrow and I really want to give in my best for the magazine launch. But I wonder if these periods will let me do that!”
“Its okay Nisha,” said Diya,”Dont you worry, this nausea will go away in sometime. Then I will get you some nice mushroom soup. It will make you feel warm and strong.”
Nisha was feeling too sleepy. She closed her eyes and she could feel immense gratitude for having a source of income, a loving and caring friend and a warm place to stay in. She could feel her nausea increasing in its intensity and her body began to feel more and more weak.
“Diya,” she said,” Its only getting worse.”
“Take some rest dear. And I will massage your feet with some fresh lemon oil. I have read that its fragrance helps ease nausea.”
“These days I am feeling more and more worried about Nisha,” Arjun said to himself as he lay on the sofa in a drowsy state,” Firstly she isnt understanding Ahan’s intentions and now she is even feeling that he is the victim here!”
“Its almost midnight now,” said Diya as she opened a new jar of lemon oil. She and Vivan were having a conversation over the phone.
“I know,” said Vivan sipping his coffee,”But there is something I wish to tell you. Arjun and I are hosting a workshop at the Babblebrook hotel this weekend. And the only reason Arjun agreed for it was because he was worried about both of you. I just dont want you to think that we are spying on you or something. Why cant both of you just be open and honest about whats going on?”
“And why cant you both trust us enough to have some patience?” Diya spoke angrily,” Just because we are together does not imply that you are entitled to know everything about me. I mean there are and there will always be certain things that I would always like to keep to myself.”
“In that case,” he said,” I promise we will leave it at that then. Hope to see you soon. Let me know if you need any help.”
“You were so right. This fragrance is amazing. My nausea is almost gone.”
“Thats great to hear,” said Diya feeling relieved. I have chopped the mushrooms. Let me make some soup for you.”
“I do not wish to interfere in her life but I am afraid that she might land into some trouble,” said Arjun as he and Vivan were having a nice little midnight chat.
“I believe that the girls are brave enough to face anything that comes their way. And if they do need our help I trust that they will reach out to us.”