You’re extremely sick and laying in the bed turning nonstop, your cheeks pink, your body very warm, and you have a horrible headache. You finally stop moving and stare at the ceiling with watery eyes, and struggling to breathe slightly. The room is dark.

The door swings open as light shines into the room, you see your arranged marriage husbands figure in the light.

“You’ve been in bed all day. It’s the afternoon, what happened to you!?”

Kunal’s voice was cold and annoyed.