Adultery Nalini and The Unseen Virus

[tweeny_fory]

Nalini's Journey continued

"Ma'am," Anbu said, his voice firm but not unkind, "We understand this might be uncomfortable, but it's for your safety and the safety of those around you."


Nalini felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "But I'm not sick," she protested, her voice shaking. The thought of being taken away, of leaving her house, her sanctuary, filled her with a primal fear she hadn't felt since her children were born.

Anbu's eyes met hers, his gaze unyielding. "Ma'am, we understand your concern, but it's protocol. If we find anything suspicious, we'll have to report it. It's for the greater good." His words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the reality she faced.


Nalini's mind raced. The thought of leaving her home, being taken to a hospital, was a nightmare come to life. She had heard the horror stories of overcrowded wards and patients gasping for breath. Her chest tightened, and she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. "But I don't have any symptoms," she protested, her voice a mere whisper.

Anbu's gaze was steady. "Ma'am, we must ensure that you remain healthy. If we do not perform the check now, it will be mandatory for you to report to the hospital later today." His words were a stark ultimatum, the kindness in his tone belying the gravity of the situation.

Nalini felt the room closing in on her, the air thick with the weight of their judgment. "But the hospital," she whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "I've heard..." She trailed off, not wanting to voice the horrors she had heard of the overwhelmed medical system.

Anbu leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "Ma'am, we're just following protocol. We're here to help you, not to cause any trouble." His eyes searched hers, looking for understanding. "If we find anything, we'll handle it discretely. But if we don't check, and something happens later, we won't be able to help you in time."


Nalini felt the blood drain from her face. The thought of being taken to the hospital, leaving her home, and being surrounded by the sick and the dying was a fate she had hoped to avoid. She knew they were right, but fear had a way of clouding judgment. "I... I understand," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But what if..."


Anbu's gaze softened. "Ma'am, if we find nothing, you won't have to go anywhere. But if we don't check now, we won't be able to guarantee that you can stay here. The ambulance will come and pick you to the hospital by evening."

Nalini felt the color drain from her face, the words hitting her like a ton of bricks. The thought of being forcibly removed from her home was a fate she had hoped to avoid, but it was a risk she knew she couldn't ignore. She took a deep breath and nodded, her hand still clutching the dupatta tightly around her chest. "Okay," she whispered,  "What tests have to be done?"

Anbu's gaze remained on her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and determination. "Ma'am, it's just a basic health check. We'll need to measure your temperature and check your oxygen levels. It's nothing to worry about," he assured her.

The sound of the clock ticking in the hall grew louder in the silence that followed, each tick a reminder of the passing seconds. Finally, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered.