It took one more hour before Rohit was finally discharged from the hospital.
The funny thing was his left hand was fully wrapped in bandages and placed in an arm sling. The doctor had advised him not to use it for a week. It wasn't even a bone fracture, just a deep scar. Still, the moment he tried to lift his hand, his muscles burned with soreness, forcing him to readjust his stance. 'Okay, one week then,' he sighed.
Now he was back in the car, seated in the corner of the rear seat.
Ideally he would have loved for his mother Ragini to sit beside him, but his unreasonable second sister had decided to be the thorn between them.
He gave her a glance and instantly cringed. Arya was leaning on Ragini as though it were her last day alive.
What worried Rohit more than Ragini's silence was the faraway look in her eyes. Since returning from the doctor's consultation, she seemed lost in thought. At first he feared she'd discovered his fake memory loss, but her eyes held no suspicion.
