Chapter 16: Green Liquid
The moment the car stopped, Anjali let go of Parth's arm and swiftly opened the car door. She dragged her quivering legs and dropped to a squat on the roadside, her face pale, and her body broke into beads of sweat. Before Anjali took a breath, a giant green mess came out of her mouth. Her stomach forced the Dosa she had just eaten and the milk she forcefully drank. Her vision became like things viewed through a mirage.
"Aww! Yuck." She cursed in between the throw up's. "This is so gross!"
"Anjali..what happened!" A rush of panic bubbled within Parth as he swiftly got down from the car. He rushed to Anjali's side, seeing her throw up.
"Easy..easy..my dear." Leaning forward, he rubbed her back, assuring her that he was there for her. "Don't panic. I am here." His soothing words calmed Anjali surprisingly, despite the struggle.
Parth's mind was in a mess. What happened suddenly? She was fine yesterday and the morning as well. He blamed himself for forcing her to drink the milk. Or is it Dosa? Did Niral put something in the breakfast? Questions started running through his mind until Anjali mumbled something, grabbing his attention.
"W_ater." Anjali whispered, rubbing her throat, her voice scant and feeble.
Parth's anxiousness grew hearing Anjali's meek voice. His nervousness, coupled with vehicles honking, Parth had a hard time grasping what Anjali was muttering.
"W_hat?" He asked, watching her rub her throat. Probably, she is feeling itchy, Parth thought. "Do you have throat pain? Do you want a Vicks chocolate? I have put them in the car handy for you." He spoke up speedily.
Rubbing her clogged nose, Anjali turned and blankly stared at him, unable to comprehend what he was blabbering.
"Nose__pain?" Her nose must be clogged after vomiting, he reckoned.
Anjali " "
"Never vomited in your life? What does a person do after throwing up?" Anjal yelled, although her throat hurt so badly that she could barely talk. "Get me a water bottle to clean my mouth."
Why is he blabbering nonsense? Her green puke was already an embarrassment. On top of that, she has to deal with her kindergarten husband in the middle of the road. She tried to control her temper, but it didn't stay inside her.
Also, What's with these people? Men, women, and especially kids peeked at her as they passed by the road. Had they never vomited in life? She agrees with the colour, though..It's green instead of yellow. What's so fuss about it? It must be the spinach she ate yesterday, Anjali thought.
Parth now learned Anjali's source of anger. How could he forget about washing her mouth? "A_lright. Don't yell...Your throat might hurt. I will bring it now." He spoke up. Swiftly, he went to the car and returned with a water bottle.
Anjali sat in the car after cleaning her mouth. She leaned back on the seat, her eyes closed. Parth neither spoke nor disturbed her, for he knew her energy had drained entirely.
Five minutes later, Anjali opened her eyes, her husband's worry-filled face greeted her.
"Feeling better?"
"Hmmm."
He grabbed Anjali's arm to check her pulse. It was normal. Letting go of her hand, he handed water bottle. "Drink in sips. It will help your sore throat."
Anjali felt relieved after vomiting, as if her body had kicked a poisonous drug. "Sorry for yelling at you, my dear husband, but it's your mistake."
Then what's the point of saying sorry? Parth mused internally. He didnot let his thoughts travel out, for he was bound to be doomed in his wife's hands. Instead, he replied, "Your sorry accepted, my dear angel. We will go visit_"
"No hospital." Anjali sternly objected. "I puked due to indigestion. Nothing more." Since she was a child, doctors and nurses jabbed the syringe into her butt every time she got sick. Sometimes on the two sides. Why can't they give her a tonic and let her go? She has never gotten over the injection trauma.
They argued for fifteen minutes, with Anjali in the upper hand. But Parth didnot compromise about Anjali going to the office. He sternly declared a rest day for her.
Poking his arm, Anjali asked, her voice as sweet as honey. "Will you stay as well?" She would be bored to death if she stayed alone. At least she could torture Parth by telling her office stories if they stayed together.
"You are giving me that much of choice, hmm?" Parth's sarcastically replied, starting the car. He would have stayed even if Anjali hadn't asked. Nothing is more important to him than her health.
They reached home fifteen minutes later. Parth prepared a hot ginger tea for Anjali. He put the lemon by the bedside in case she feels nauseous again.
Resting her head on his lap, Anjali talked about her friends and colleagues at the office, Parth attentively listened to her. He caressed her hair, watching Anjali's eyes slowly close and enter into a deep slumber. He tucked her inside the blanket. He turned to move.
Forgetting something, he turned back and stared at her face, screaming innocence. He smiled, pulling her cheeks. "She-devil"
"MyIwillbeatyoumyshaktiman.." Anjali stirred and turned to her left, blabbering something.
Parth chuckled. He planted a kiss on her forehead and left.
By the time Anjali woke up, it was evening. Parth was not in the room. Hearing the noises from a certain room, she straightaway walked into it.
Several link boards perched on the walls, filled with suspect pictures, newspaper articles, and link markings. A large table filled with files and markers lay on it scattered. Anjali gazed at her husband, sitting behind the desk, deeply engrossed in reading that he forgot his wife was standing before him.
"Hey Officer, new case?" Her excitement snapped Parth from his work. "Bring it on."
Before Anjali ran to grab the file from his hands, Parth closed the file shut, put it inside the drawer, and locked it. "It's highly sensitive."
"Rules don't apply to Anjali."
"Well, yes..except this one," Parth said, pulling Anjali by her waist to distract her mind.
Anjali stared at him sceptically. What's the case that he is not willing to share with her? Anjali's interest was piqued. Her hands were itching to lay a finger on it.
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