radha had not intended to be modelling for her own line, but it had been samar’s idea. he stood in the wings, holding falguni and pointing to radha. her heart warmed at the sight of her daughter, but the image looked WRONG. it should have been krish; krish should have been backstage holding falguni, aryan by his side.
ever since she’d landed in delhi, radha had regretted the fight. it was stupid; and she shouldn’t have run but as she disappeared from the catwalk to the sound of thunderous applause, her head began to S P I N. she let out a soft gasp, before the ground sliipped from underneath her feet, her vision turning to black.
Krish had been playing video games with Aryan when his phone had rung, Samar’s name flashing across the screen. “Papa, Samar uncle ka phone aaya hai. Mumma ko bolo na, ke woh phone kaare..” Krish only gave his eldest a smile before answering the phone, surprised at the frantic voice of Samar who informed him of how Radha had collapsed on stage and they were on their way to the hospital.
It was almost as if Krish had jumped to attention at the news from Samar, and got things going. He knew he had to book a flight, get Abhi to hopefully take care of Aryan for the night before he got to his wife. “She--she didn’t hurt herself, did she? Anyways I’ll be on the next flight out. Oh wait, Gungan--is she with--”
Samar informed him of how he’d left Falguni with her grandmother, Isha Malhotra who’d come to the show as well. “Thank you Samar, for--for letting me know. I can’t imagine she’ll be too pleased with you,” once they hung up, he looked down at his son, trying to convince him to be excited about spending time with Abhi, except--of course this was Radha and his son, which meant his stubborn streak was EVEN WORSE than theirs. “I wanna see Mumma! Gungun’s there, I wanna see her too!” And of course Krish relented and within an hour, the two of them were on their way to the airport, Krish’s heart sinking with every moment that passed.
Once they reached Delhi, he’d gone straight to his mother’s place, dropping his son off before he headed directly for the hospital, knowing he needed to be there to see her first before he let their kid see their mother on a hospital bed. Standing outside her room, he put his hand on the doorknob, hesitating before he turned it and stepped inside, his heart lurching the moment he saw her attached to numerous tubes monitoring her vitals. Sitting down on her bed, he reached for her hair, rubbing the skin gently with his thumb, wishing for her to be okay and to wake up and hopefully NOT be mad at him.
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