Chapter 122 - Fluffy Ball Of Fur (2/2)

Fortune licked his front paws while occasionally looking around. I had to admire his patience in staying in one place. Maybe, that was why Arjun said he was the service dog.

If I was not cynophobic I would have approached him. Because he looked so damn cute that no one would resist themselves from touching or petting him. There was that comforting aura around him. He did not give the feeling of running away from him.

I looked at the bag Arjun had left behind. After he left, around half an hour later when I came downstairs for preparing lunch, at that time I found Fortune lazing on the rug. And, at one corner a big brown bag was placed. Beside it, there were two bowls- one filled with water and second with dog food.

It was a good thing that Fortune's needs were taken care of. I would have had a hard time to give him food. From some distance it was okay, but what if he got excited and rushed towards me? Dog's have a very good sense of smell, and smelling their favorite food, it was understandable for them to get excited.

However, that excitement was not easy to handle for someone like me who had cynophobia. My thought also circled around my mom. I had not checked upon her in the last couple of months. Though I would receive updates about her health from her doctor, yet it was not the same case. I had not confronted her about it because I wanted her to tell me on her own.

My mobile rang, breaking the silence. Fortune's ears twitched as he raised his head. I picked up the mobile from my lap. Looking at my grandmother's name flashing across the screen, I felt joy bubbling in my chest. It had been so long that I had talked to my family. Last I remember, we had talked around two and a half months ago. So much had happened in this period that I had forgotten calling back at home.

They must be quite worried about me. I wondered how they were holding up, and how I was going to explain why I did not contact them. Grandma would catch my lie from my voice. I was a very terrible liar. Maybe, I should at least try to make up some excuse.

”Hello, Grandma!” I greeted once I answered the call.

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