After an unexpected tragedy, unexpected death threats, unexpected injuries, a week passed slowly at Luthra's residence. Karan had always tried his best to keep everything alright, in place.
He still couldn't digest the fact that so much could have and already had happened to his wife and sister. Kritika's wound on shoulder had been recovering. The pain had vanished but the marks and weak sensations were still there whenever she moved it. She was getting better physically but mentally, she was still in trauma.
Karan totally understood her fear, her terror that she felt at that time. But he was also guessing that she had also been thinking about Pawan's presence at that place.
Preeta, his sweet and innocent wife, who had cried for Kritika, had gotten worried for the Malhotra boys didn't even tell him about her heels that had swollen because of excess running in medium-length heels that day.
When Karan had forcefully brought them home after Kritika's treatment that night, he had finally noticed her foot and forcefully applied medicinal paste on it as she was waving it off by calling it nothing. He was angry at her for being so careless.
He had felt as if his mind would burst. He wanted to blame the whole situation but couldn't. No one was at fault. Neither Preeta, nor the Malhotra brothers. He could recall that Kritika should have been careful but he couldn't be just angry on her when she was herself in trauma.
Slowly, a day passed and he had visited Pawan who was still in the hospital. The boy was tall and muscular but anyone could get shut if get kicked mercilessly on crotch repeatedly. The next day, the doctors had thankfully revealed that he was alright. His male organ of the body was fine and he would get full active with the passing days.
While on one side Pawan had thanked Karan, Prithvi was still grumpy for not seeing Preeta anywhere close. Karan's plan worked as he knew both the boys would try to take advantage of the situation by receiving words of gratitude from his girls.
He was there to be thankful, he was there to be grateful to them. But he could see, Prithvi wasn't able to digest the disappointment.
He had taunted him for saving his sister yet not even rewarded a word of goodness from his wife and sister. Karan had felt angry but he only ignored him.
Finally, after the proper treatment Malhotra's were discharged from the hospital the same day. But he remembered how Prithvi was still looking around and asking Kabir if Preeta had come to see them.
But hearing the truth, his face had fallen. Karan frankly didn't enjoy but he didn't even felt bad for him. It was just fine for what they had done to his sister before.
But the problem didn't end there. If he was saved from Prithvi, then he had his wife at home.
From last five days, Preeta had been nagging him about letting her talk to Prithvi or Pawan. She just wanted to thank deeply but Karan felt as if it was too much for them.
Even now, when they had done a mind blowing round of their exciting love making, she had again poked the same subject.
"It's that my heart is not settling. I feel as if I am burdened by his kindness. That day, he helped me and I wasn't even there to see him recovering from his injuries. The men had swung knife around him for God's sake. In the name of humanity, I and Kritika should really thank them personally," suggested his wife nervously while tapping her fingers on his naked chest as she had rested her chin on it too.
She pouted at him. "Karan, speak."
He sighed and moved his gaze from the ceiling to her. Moving his hand slowly on her bare back, he breathed deeply.
