Shopping, my guess?

"Riya's point of view,"
"Madam, open your eyes. What happened to you suddenly?" Shweta was standing right in front of me as I slowly opened my eyes. The rest of my teammates had gathered around me. They had worried expressions on their faces. I attempted to rise from my chair, but could not do so because of my weakness.
"You can relax here for a time, madam. You may have become dizzy because of your weakness." Angad motioned for me to sit in the chair for a moment before exiting the testing lab.
"Are you okay, mom?" Shweta's concern for me was palpable in her tone.
"Yes, I am OK; please do not be concerned." I gave her my assurance.
"Drink this coffee, madam; it will make you feel better." Angad remarked this as he held up his coffee mug in front of me.
Oh, Angad, you're such a sweetheart. In hushed tones, I thanked him.
I don't know why the scent of coffee has made me want to puke, but if I don't drink it, Angad might assume that I forced myself to drink it and feel awful about it. I attempted to drink. As soon as I put the coffee mug on my lips, I vomited.
I dashed towards the washroom once more. Shweta followed me to the bathroom after she noticed my health was deteriorating.
I vomited and looked in the mirror above the washbasin to see how I looked. My face was not gleaming as usual, but something was withering about it. I had a sense of calm when I sprinkled some water on my face. The amount of times I've cleaned my face with water since this morning has opened up my skin pores a lot.
Thank God I don't put layers of makeup on my face as Shilpi does, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to identify myself after washing my face so many times with water. Isn't it true that if Shilpi were in my place right now, her top priority would be to repair her makeup?
Maybe no one has the time or wants to talk to me these days, so I usually express myself by talking to myself.
I've never felt so alone in my life, and now that I need my best friend the most, Harsh isn't with me, and Ankur's phone number isn't on my contact list because my phone is broken. All thanks to Rachit.
"Are you all right, Mam?" Shweta inquired as she knocked on the washroom door after noticing me spending a long time inside.
"Yes, I'm fine." I washed my face and unlocked the door swiftly. She advised me to see a doctor after surveying my face.
"No, I'm alright, but I think my health may have taken a turn for the worse because of the meal I ate last night."
"No, I will not listen to you now; we're going to the doctor." She decided and stood up to go to the doctor, asking for my purse from my cabin.
"Don't worry, Shweta; I'll be going alone." I didn't want to bother her because of myself, so after listening to her, I agreed to go to the doctor.
"Are you sure about that?" She was still unsure how I would get to the doctor on my own. I assured her she did not need to be concerned about me; I would take care of myself.
The moment I stepped out of the building, Rachit's car stopped directly in front of me while I waited for an auto. He lowered his car window and peered at me with perplexed eyes.
I told him I was heading to the hospital before he asked questions. He offered to take me to the doctor after listening to me and pondering for a moment.
His offer took aback me. I couldn't decide whether I should accept his offer.
He questioned me again, "Are you coming?" after seeing me standing on the road like a fetish. I took a deep breath and sat down gently after opening the car door.
"Is there any reason you're going to the doctor?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on the road.
"Yes, I need to discuss the new project with the doctor." I responded to his ridiculous question.
"Why don't you just answer the question straight, Riya? Why do you keep walking to argue all the time?" He responded fiercely, looking at me.
"Is this a direct question? Is it true that you asked me a straight question?"I countered his words.
"Yes,did I say anything wrong?"With a shrug of his shoulders, he inquired.
"Unless you know why people go to the doctor," what more could he have expected from me when he asked me this ridiculous question?
"Nothing. You find it difficult to discuss anything without arguing about it; I'm not sure how Harsh spent 7 years with you so happy if I were in his shoes..."
"Since when did you leave me? Don't you want to say this?" I started clutching my heart after hearing from him.
In a hushed voice, he added, "No, that was not what I wanted to say."
"Never mind, why are you hesitant to speak now when you didn't think before doing so?"
Today, I did not know why, after so many days, he was behaving normally with me. But I couldn't stop thinking about the things that made me angry and sad for a long time.
Shilpi's call flashed on his phone before he could respond to my words. He was most likely hesitant about picking up his phone in front of me. As a result, he kept discontinuing the call.
Rachit used to disconnect my calls as well; was he with Shilpi in the same manner that he is with me now? I'm not sure why my fury became so strong because of this thinking. When Shilpi called again, I told him to answer before he disconnected the call. He answered the phone and said he'd call back later. However, Shilpi calls him again.
"She's not Riya, who'll listen to your every word, but Shilpi, who won't bow down to you but will instead bow down to you," I added intently as I stared at him.
"Yes, as though you've followed my every instruction?" In low tones, he said.
"What exactly did you say?" I asked him to repeat himself because I wanted to know what I missed, but he refused, implying that he did not want to clear up our misunderstanding. His phone was constantly ringing with Shilpi's number.
I don't know about him, but it irritated me with so many calls; if I had continued to contact him like Shilpi, he would have either crushed his phone in fury or broken my head after coming to me. But I'm amazed he didn't do something similar with Shilpi; perhaps this is what's meant by love when it transforms us into someone else.
Is it love? Is Rachit in love with Shilpi? Do you still have any doubts? If that's the case, what am I doing here with him?
"Stop the car,"I yelled angrily.
"Why?" He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face and asked.
"Stop the car; I need to leave." I was furious. Rachit had never told me he loved me, but he had fallen in love with Shilpi; how could he do that?
"However, the hospital is still a long way away."With a puzzled expression on his face, he said.
"I'll take care of it; I take care of everything else without your help, and I'll take care of this as well." It can't seem to stop me from expressing my sentiments to him, whether it's love or rage, no matter how hard I try. He pulled over to the side of the road, a little distance from the hospital, as he sensed my building rage.
I swiftly left the car without glancing back at him. Maybe he expected a thank you, but I don't think he deserves anything except my punches right now. When I arrived at the hospital, I inquired about my doctor's cabin, Mrs. Sinha's, and headed to her cabin. But before I could reach her cabin, my footsteps came to a halt on their own after hearing a familiar voice.