Wounds Of Duty And Hearts Of Healing.

Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.4

"Anna, please." I said in a stern but pleading tone.

He smiles at me. 

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong? Stop getting drunk! You're scaring your daughter. I just came home and she was crying behind the couch." I snapped at him.

He chuckles and looks away.

"She was interrupting me. I taught her a lesson."

"Interrupting? Well have you thought of spending time with her?? Ever since your wif-"

"DON'T BRING HER INTO THIS SHOURYA!"

His aura changed within a blink of an eye. He shouted at my face. I was used to this side of his. I sighed heavily.

"You'll wake Nila up.. And why? You're like this ever since she passed. And for what?? What does drinking do to you?? All it does is ruin your organs and makes your daughter afraid of you. I've told you time to time. You won't listen! I will bring her to work tomorrow." I whispered in an angered tone.

"Listen, Shourya. She's MY daughter. You have no rights to interfere. You're just her aunt."

"I may just be her aunt.. but I have been by her side more than you have ever-"

My brother slapped me across the face. It was not just any slap. It was full of force.

My cheek stinged. I could still feel the force of the slap. I looked at him. My eyes widened. I stood back again.

"Don't start crying now. Or you'll end up like her."

My brother walks to his room and slammed the door close.

My expression softens slowly. I looked up to the ceiling for a moment. I touched my cheek carefully, but it stings too much. I closed my eyes to not let a single tear out.

I grabbed the bags I dropped by the door. I opened the door of my room then closed it.

Few minutes went by, I changed my clothes and got ready for bed. I laid down comfortably to rest when all of a sudden.. a picture of the hug I gave Azad flashed through my mind. That memory made me calm down. I smiled to myself.

"He's.. one clingy patient." I chuckled.

Turning off the lights, I covered myself in a blanket then drifted to sleep.

This is what happens when you're in a bad mood and decide to make yourself feel better by writing. Over 2K words and 12K characters.. I'm still not satisfied actually-

Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing.

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.3

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Azad's POV

Baba is here. But.. now we have a situation.

I looked at Dr. Shourya, signalling her to cut it out. She looks at me with a reassuring expression, as if she's saying "I'll handle this".

"Azad was overwhelmed. We had physical therapy before and he was just overwhelmed by the pressure. So I brought him back and consoled him," Dr. Shourya covered everything up. Thankfully, Baba was convinced.

"I must've misunderstood then. My apologies."

Baba looks at me then back Dr. Shourya with a smile.

"No problem, Sir. I have some other things to take care of. I'll leave the two of you here. Azad, press the button if you need anything yeah?"

Dr. Shourya points to the device she had gave me. 

"Thank you, Thank you very much for the comfort."

I said in a low tone. I felt embarrassed but relieved. Dr. Shourya left the room. Now I'm here with Baba. I nervously looked at him.

Oh God, not that look..

"You've been hiding things from me now? I see," He smirked at me as he pulls off his shades.

"Baba.. No. She's my Doctor.. just a Doctor," I sighed.

"Mh.. right right. Doctor." Baba chuckled.

I crossed my arms as I lean back on the bed. I looked up at him.

"Where are the girls?.. How's the jail doing? Is everything alright?"

I waited for his answer. Instead, Baba ruffled my hair and laughed.

"Chill out. Everything is under control. The girls couldn't visit today.. So I decided to come here. My son's finally conscious. I must see him, right?"

I felt happy that Baba was here. I gave him a tight hug. He pats my back gently.

"I brought you fruits. There's some.. apples, oranges, pears, grapes, banana-"

"You don't have to mention them all, Baba."

"What if there are ones you don't like? Then you'll start complaining."

He frowns slightly. I frowned as well. "But I never complain??"

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Shourya's POV

Azad finally has his father to take care of him. I finally went home. I opened the door and I immediately dropped my bags.

"Nila?.."

I saw my 5 year old niece crouching behind the couch. I ran towards her to make sure she was okay.

"Hey.. why are you hiding? Where's your father? Don't cry, I'm here. Tell me what happened," I caressed her face gently.

"Atte.. Papa's drinking again.."

My niece sobbed. She hugs me tight. I wrap my arms around her small figure and picked her up in my arms. I kissed the crown of her head.

"I'll talk to him dear.. I will."

There was anger in my tone but I try to mask it, not wanting to worry her much more. 

She is my niece, the daughter of my older brother. Ever since my sister-in-law passed, he became a drunkard. I took them here because I want both my brother and Nila to have a brighter future. He.. doesn't treat Nila badly when he is sober. But, when he's drunk? He does. I tried talking to him to stop drinking, but he won't budge. He always thinks I'm too nosy.

"Nila.. do you want to come with me tomorrow? You can stay with auntie Kavitha, okay? I'll get you snacks too, many many snacks."

Nila's eyes twinkled. She is truly an angel. It hurts to see them like this.. I really must talk to my brother when he comes home. As much as I care for him, he must stop hurting his own daughter like this.

After tucking Nila to bed, I heard the front door creak open. I turn on Nila's night lamp and kissed her cheek. 

I closed the door behind me. There he was, my brother, Sanjay.

Chapter 2.4 is here.

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Wounds of Duty and Hearts of Healing

(Azad Rathore x OC)

Chapter 2.2

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Shourya's POV

He went through it all. All.. of that. That wasn't the only thing that made me cry. That day when his father visited, I saw the worry in his eyes. Even he was tearing up, to the point he wasn't able to hide it. He told me about his son also being in a similar situation when he hasn't known about him yet. He kept asking questions about when he will heal. I know it must be hard. Before Sir Vikram left, he gave Azad a kiss on his forehead. And after hearing his story.. recalling that moment was more than enough to put me in tears.

I got up and sighed. I sat beside him. I softly caressed his shoulder in a comforting manner.

"Maybe.. I didn't have to ask all that. We're both getting emotional now, aren't we?"

I tried to brighten the mood, like I always do.

"I understand whatever you've been going through. I just have something to say."

I paused. He looks at me as he slowly sat up.

"What is it, Dr. Shourya?"

"I.. Im proud of you, Azad. I'm proud of you.. your hardwork.. your strength. Most importantly.. She's also proud of you, Azad."

I rub his upper arms in a soothing way as I smiled faintly. I looked at him. His eyes were teary as well.

"Hey, don't give me that look. Smile.. please. Or if you need to, you can hug me."

I whispered with a teasing manner then laughed.

"I'm just kiddi-"

Suddenly.. he hugged me.

I could feel his warm tears falling onto my shoulder. His sobs near my ear. I took in a deep breath as I slowly wrap my arms around him. I patted his head carefully.

"It's alright.. everything will be fine.. let it out, Azad.."

I continued to console him. Is he already starting to get comfortable around me? It was quick but.. I'm glad I could comfort him. For now..

Minutes passed, he was still in my arms. I didn't hear any more sobs, he must be fine now. But.. why hug me still?

I tapped his shoulder and whispered.

"Azad?"

"..Mh?"

"All good now?" 

I asked him. He gave me a nod and loosens the hug. Not pulling away yet.

"I think we should.."

Before I could finish, the door creaked open.

Sir Vikram stood there. A frown was seen on his face. He was holding a few things in his arms. His gaze kept shifting from me to Azad, back and forth.. again and again.

He clears his throat and spoke in his usual raspy tone.

"Have I.. interrupted something here?"

Sir Vikram raised an eyebrow at us. I look at Azad. He was looking at me already.

Azad slowly pulls away from me and wipes his own tears. I got up from his bed and stood slightly far from the bed.

"Hello, Baba. I missed you," Azad smiled.

Sir Vikram looks.. even more confused now.

He approaches his son and gave him a brief hug, along with a kiss to his forehead.

"What happened? Why are you crying? Why is she crying? And why were the two of you hugging? Did I miss something?"

Sir Vikram looks at me.

"Care to explain, Doctor?"

"Well.. Sir.. Azad was.."

Chapter 2.3 is here.