35. Concern Devil
Right now I'm in a shoot point shooting for a famous brand of clothes "starz" .
Its been more than anything hour of shooting and I'm already spent.
Giving poses, expression, with heels and then the staff members that come for photos or autograph that's makes my day really hectic but it doesn't mean i don't care for my fan.
But there is a thing call 'common sense'.
They need to understand when to bother someone and when to not.
I really hate those fans who don't likes me but take selfies with just for showing off and saying it with experience.
There many fans who bothers me to show off especially sone staff members.
"Cut.....sarah thank you for today, you are very talented" camera man praised. I nodded thanking him. I was walking back to my changing room when I tripped on something and fell flat on my knees. I screamed as my ankles hurts because of heels.
It's hurt like bitch.
Everyone gathers and helps me to the changing room. My manager helps cleans my bleeding knees and then help me to change. After some minutes a doctor enters into the room checking my knees then bandaging it.
When the doctor left, my manager helps me to stand up. Oh god!! I Can't even manage to stand by myself my knees really hurts. I was about fall again but then someone big arms prevent me from falling. I opened my eyes to find my husband, Vansh.
When did he come?
I pulled me flashed onto him, examining my body, his eyes is filled with angered that I've never seen before. "Why didn't you call me?" He asked seriously. I gulp while replying "i was hurt and my phone was inside my bag ". Suddenly he scooped me in his arms.
"Who called you?" I asked. He looks at () who was looking at us silently "i did" she said.
"But why?" I asked her. Vansh raised his eyebrow at me, i clutched his shirt as he took me outside of the room.
"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR HER WOUND?!" He screams out of his lungs making me flinch.
As the vansh's voice rings through the hall, a staff enters with camera man, their demeanor filled with trembling and fear, Vansh presence commanding the attention of the studio .
Something about the staff's appearance triggers the curiosity of the other staffs and other team members.
the other staffs fall silent as vansh's authoritative voice fills the room, his gaze falling on the trembling staff."Speak. Who is responsible?" That staff hesitates for a moment, fear clearly visible in his voice "I... I have something to say!".
"It's my fault sir? i forget to picks those wires I'm so sorry " that said said.
VANSH's jaw tightens, i rub his cheeks saying"it's okay, I'm fine " his's expression softens upon my comforting touch, the concern on his face replaced by relief at my reassurance.
He glances at me, his eyes expressing a mix of tenderness and care.
He walks with me in his arms out of the studio, his embrace gentle and protective.
The warm rays of the sun beat down on us as we exit the studio, the outdoor environment offering a contrast to the tension within the studio halls, the sounds of the studio gradually fading as he walk away.
a man who seems to be a driver swiftly opens the car door for us, and vansh slides in beside me, his hand finding mine.
The scent of cologne and leather fills the car, the plush interiors contrasting with the outside environment.
As he settles beside you, the engine roars to life, and the car begins to move, the sounds of the city slowly enveloping your surroundings.
I noticed it's not the way to our home, "where are we going?" I asked. His grip tightens on my hand "hospital" he said simply. "But why? Im totally fine" i argue but he give me a serious look that force me to shut up.
the ride to the hospital is filled with a strange silence, the quiet hum of the car and the occasional noise of passing cars filling the air.
Vansh remains quiet for almost the entire journey, his gaze fixed and distant, his hand still holding your though a little too tight.
As the hospital comes into view, your worry grows, the realization of the hospital's destination weighing on your mind.
Vansh gets out of the car before moving to retrieve me his strong arms scooping me up in his arms. His grip is firm, a hint of possessiveness in his touch, as he carries me into the hospital. Your heart races, my hand resting on his shoulder, seeking refuge in his strong presence.
The doctor checks my knees, a sense of professionalism in his demeanor. The examination is thorough, gentle yet thorough. Meanwhile, vansh stays close by, his presence a constant by my side, his gaze fixed on me as the doctor carries out the examination on my knees.
The doctor carefully re bandages my knees, his touch gentle yet knowledgeable, then write a prescription for medicine, the words almost too small to decipher, but the sense of professionalism still evident in his demeanor.
The doctor hands the prescription to vansh, his eyes still checking to ensure that my knees are now okay.
Vansh doesn't say a word, his gaze fixated on me, his lips forming a thin line.
He takes me home, his protective hold not lessening as he carries me, in his arms, his eyes rarely leaving me.
The entire journey is filled with the hum of the car, the quiet atmosphere, and the weight of the situation hangs heavy in the air, his demeanor revealing concern despite his stoic silence.
He carefully places me on the bed, his touch gentle as he softly puts me down. The blankets are pulled a little higher, his touch a mix of tenderness and protectiveness, his expression slowly softening as he gazes at me on the bed, his eyes tracing my every move.
He is about to leave, but my touch on his hand makes him paused, his movements halted.
He looks back at me, his eyes meeting mine.
"Suniye" i said. "kahiye" he replied sitting beside me.
"Are you mad?" I asked. he shakes his head, his expression growing more solemn as he looks at me.
He replies softly "No jaan, I'm not mad.
I only want you to rest" he moves slightly closer, his grasp on your hand gentle but firm.
he stands up from the bed, his grip on my hand lingering for a moment before he lets go, his eyes still locked on my face.
He is reluctant, his expression shows he is reluctant to leave, but he stands up.
"Where are you going?" I asked. "Important work.
..but I'll be back soon..sabiya aunty will be taken care of you" with that he left.