Meesha's mother-in-law's face turned pale as she saw her daughter-in-law lying unconscious. Frantically, she sank to her knees beside Meesha, gently tapping her face in a desperate attempt to rouse her. Despite her efforts, there was no response. As each second ticked by, hope waned, until suddenly, a fleeting thought of calling Tim sparked in her mind.
"Pick up, my son." Whenever you are in dire need of something, it detects you. Now when Tim's presence is most needed, it has become hard to reach out.
"Who else could I call? Papa, but he is back home. Manager? No, he must be with Tim. What do I do? What should I do?" she panicked.
She drags herself towards the glass of water on the drawer. She tries to sprinkle water on Meesha's face.
"Meesha? Meesha, wake up my child. See, Mom is worried. Please, Meesha, open your eyes. Mom begins to lose hope, her throat tightening with the overwhelming emotions.
When Mom felt helpless, she heard a phone ringing, but it wasn't hers. She searches for the phone, which was in a drawer next to the bed.
"Assistant? Oh! It might be Meesha's assistant."
She answers the call. The assistant wanted Meesha on the call, but Mom asked him to stop by instead.
As she hurriedly ends the call, she rushes to Meesha's side, her heart pounding. Meesha's eyelids fluttered weakly as she struggled to open them. Sensing movement in her body, Mom gently helped her sit up, concern etched on her face.
" Are you alright Meesha? You okay, my child," says Mom, holding Meesha in her arms.
"Ye-yes. I'm fine," answers Meesha holding back her tears.
Mom takes another look at Meesha.
"You seem to be weak. I told you to take care of your health. What was I supposed to do today."
After a short pause, Mom continues, "I could not think of anything," her voice wavers.
Meesha has many questions in her mind. Nevertheless, given the lady's state, she chooses to hold off.
"Mom? Meesha utters the word with great difficulty. "You are my husband's mom, right? asks Meesha.
The lady gives a nod. The doorbell didn't give a chance to ask anything else, cutting off their conversation. Mom leaves the room after confirming that Meesha is alright.
She came to the door, it was Meesha's assistant. He came to pick up the script for the next project, but Mom told him to come back later.
Mom asked him to stop by because she could not help Meesha. Meesha is now fine, and she does not want anyone to disturb her.
***
"Cut! Okay, pass," the director says.
Tim took a break between his shots. His manager passed him his phone which was buzzing like a bee for quite some time.
"Your mother called. Call her back before she comes here raging," the manager jokes while texting on his phone.
Tim knew something must have happened otherwise his mother wouldn't call him like the world was ending. He tried to reach her, but her mother didn't answer. He wanted to try again, but he was asked to prepare for his next scene.
Instead of worrying over the unknown, he leaves a text message asking "Why did she call him?
Tim, keeping his cool, seems unbothered, but an unfamiliar worry is crushing him. His manager inquired if he had talked to his mother.
"Why do you want to know," asks Tim.
"You know how much she dislikes people not returning her calls."
"When you did not answer her calls, she scolded me until my eardrums bled," retorts the manager. "I don't want to risk my mental peace again. So better sort this out."
Life has always been easy for Tim. When it became difficult at times, he never fussed over it. He knew it was gonna work well for him, yet this time it became formidable.
"Uhm!!" Tim whispers as if dismissing the idea.