"Jagi, I'm home," he shouted from the door

"Coming," I walked out from my bed to greet him at the door.

"Why do you look so weak jagi? Are you okay? Are you feeling well?," he bombarded me with question

“I’m just a bit of flu that’s it,” I said that so he wouldn’t worry much about as he just returned from his practice

“You are going to rest and that’s final. Go back to bed and I’ll make something for you to eat so you can take your medicine,” he said

“Please don’t bother yourself taking care of me. You’ve just returned from your practice and now you are going to prepare something for me. I don’t want to make you feel tired,”

“Jagi, you are sick. So it is my responsibility to look after you. It’s not that tiring to cook for my loved ones,” he said as he kissed my forehead

“Thanks oppa,” I said as I hugged him

“You are welcome, sweetheart. Go and rest,” he said