45. The One Where I Repent

"Kabir." I tried to shake his shoulder, but his breath was shallow, body was shivering and sweating too much.

Break the fever.

Following what Meena Auntie used to do with me, I strolled to the kitchen, poured the cold water along with cubes of the ice in the bowl and my handkerchief from the pocket. Walking back to his room, I sat next to him, dipped the handkerchief in the bowl, soaked it, squeezed the excess water and placed it on his forehead.

Repeating the process rest of the evening, I changed the water two times and did it again to break his fever. When his shivering had calmed down, I sighed in relief and settled on the chair, staring and waiting if he needed something.

Battling with my thoughts, I left his room, grabbed my phone from the hall's table and called the person who could help me in this situation.

"Hello," His mother voice invaded.

"Auntie," I sighed in relief. "I need your help."

"Is everything okay?"

I clenched my hand at her worried tone and controlled the jealous