The next day, I vomit five times, faint eight times and cry seventeen times. No, I am not exaggerating. For the entire time, Vikrant is with me, silently helping me through all. I want to thank him but I don't think I can. I want to love him but I can't. I want to open my heart to him but I can't.
Day two is going worse. I have already vomited three times and have fainted two times. Uncle has said that this behaviour of mine can lead to miscarriage. I don't want to lose my baby. So, I am trying not to cry. I want to roam around the hospital garden for some fresh air. Uncle, aunty, my parents, Sharanya, no one is here. I guess I have to go alone. I call a nurse and inform her that I am going to the park downstairs. She gives me the permission and I smile gratefully at her. Getting up slowl
