Part 2-Maan talks to Geet
Because it was too wierd to write in 3rd person, im gonna start to talk from the POV of Geet and Maan...hope you like it this way and please comment about how you feel in this POV, Maan's POV is in BLUE font and Geet's in PURPLE font...hope you like it better this way😊😊😊😊...o yeah and I decided to call the FF Forever Yours
Maan
I bent over the girl and started to tie up her cuts, moving my hands quickly to stop the blood as fast as I could. I did the best I could on her hands and i managed to stop the flow of blood from her forehead, but I didn't know what to do about her feet. I began to panic for the first time in my life as I looked at her bloody and bruised body. I couldn't believe that I, Maan Singh Khurana, felt this way about this girl who I had never met in my life before today. I didn't even feel this way when my own brother was hurt. I tried to calm my pounding heart and sweaty hands by not looking at her face. I slowly poured water over her swollen feet, looking away as soon as the blood was washed off. Her feet had looked awful with all the blood and mud encrusting it, but now it looked so greusome that I was forced to flinch away. I took a few deep breaths, calming myself, before I turned back to the girl's feet. I bent over her feet, trying to pull out the stones and thorns in her feet as carefully as I could. As soon as I convinced myself that I couldn't do anything else for her feet, I tied them up in one of my shirts that I had soaked in ointment. I finally collapsed beside her still body, closing my eyes slowly as I began to fall asleep. I only hoped that I had managed to help her as much as I could. Tomorrow I would try to take her to the hospital...
Geet
I was so tired that I could barely lift myself as I lay in the tent. I was afraid to open my eyes, knowing that if Dev's men were there, I would surely die a horrible and painful death. I could hear sounds from outside the tent, sounds that I wished I never heard again. There was the sound of men's voices, as well as thuds and gunshots. I needed to rest as much as I could so if I needed to run, I would be able to, I told myself feebly. After some time, I didn't know if it was a few minutes or a few hours, I heard a man's deep voice coming my way. Listening as hard as I could, I discovered that the man was swearing softly. I heard a soft sound as something hit the ground, and a rustle as the person lifted the flap of the tent. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it was not one of the men who had chased me, that it was someone who had come to save me. I felt someone bending over me, light pressure over my body as the person tied my many cuts and gashes. I slowly drifted back into unconsiousness...
When I opened my eyes, they felt as if my eyelids were tearing apart. I didn't know how long I had fainted for, only that it was a long time. I looked around where I was, noticing a man asleep a small distance away from me. I tried to sit, groaning as I shifted my weight, and almost right away felt the man supporting my back and putting pillows behind me. I leaned back carefully and looked at him. After a few seconds of silence he spoke.
"My name is Maan. Maan Singh Khurana. I found you in my tent badly hurt three days ago. I tried to take care of you, but I need to take you to the doctor's. Who are you?" he asked me, curiossity lighting up his deep brown eyes. For some reason, I trusted him. It felt like I knew him from before, so my big mouth opened up and everything came out.
"I'm Geet Handa. I was being chased by some men that my 'husband'', my mouth twisted as I said the word, "sent to kill me. He was already married from before. He betrayed me and my family." My anger sounded weak coming from me because my voice was all raspy. "My family wants to kill me because that man stole all of our money. I have nowhere to go." I realised that I was already tired, even though I had barely said anything. I leaned back and looked at Maan. He stared back, pity and something else in his eyes. I hated seeing that he thought I needed pity. I would have got up and left, but I was out of energy. He began to speak again.
"Will you be able to walk? I need to take you to the doctors." He looked at me and answered his own question. "No, you won't. I'll carry you to my jeep." He bent down and lifted me up easily, his strong arms cradling me as I glared at him in outrage. As he walked out of the tent, I began to sense that I was about to faint. I closed my eyes and drifted away;not even his strong arms could hold me from falling deep into darkness...
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