The Unasked for Hug

"No one knows his or her value unless it is reflected in the eyes of others who love them."

Abhimanyu's Perspective

"Are you okay?" I asked when I walked inside the bedroom and she nodded, pressing her back. I had had enough with her sitting on the bed and pressing her stomach and back occasionally. It was getting on my nerves that she was in pain and wasn't telling me. In fact, if it was a right hunch, my mom and other woman in the house knew about her condition.

"But it doesn't look like. What's wrong with your back?" I asked sternly, pointing at the poly bags, "You haven't unpacked them yet?"

She closed her eyes in pain and waved her hair back, "I will do it later and I am fine."

"Really?" I clenched my jaw and exhaled, pinching the bridge of my nose. "You can tell me, you know. I might help you somehow."

"I told you I am fine."

"Fine, I'm going to ask mom." I moved to the door and she sprinted to me, instantly catching my arm.