Recap: Unsure of what to do, and in mixed rage himself, he gently extended a hand towards her. Immediately, she pulled back with force… pushing farther into the trunk… Suddenly, the helplessness overpowered his instincts and sat before her with unknown intention… Curses… As his eyes fell upon the remnants of the vile attack on her shoulder… rage burned through him once more… How dare they touch her… Seeing her hallowed eyes once more, his features softened… As he extended his arm towards her yet again… She attempted pulling back, rubbing his hands away… still frightened…. And finally gave into his stubborn grasp… as he pulled her close… slowly, but surely… the shaking gently subsided… giving way to silent cries of sorrow…
Part 3
He felt her petite fingers dig through the feeble cloth layering his skin as she continually trembled in his confident hold. Time seemed to fade as oddly everything but her, numbed out… She too, appeared faintly aware of any existence… outside his embrace… still trembling a slightly… At some point, the reality drained through, and he hesitantly pulled her away… She refused to move… still clinging to his chest as though life itself… depended upon it. Another silent pause in time elapsed… whilst he unknowingly gathered his composure… Again, he carefully pulled away… his fingers handling her with utmost care… to his own surprise… Getting up, he purposely averted his eyes from lingering on her… afraid of the consequences… doubtful of his own… Bringing an arm around her petite frame, he pulled her cautiously into his arms…
Her heart thudded against her chest… as her head throbbed… Confusion… despair… pain… vibrated from her pathetic state… Devastated by her ill fate and so lost in the deep seas of ache… she faintly noticed the two arms taking her into their security…
Unaware of the paled texture of his knuckles… his eyes hesitantly drifted towards the glass of the rear-view mirror… and quickly turned away… still unsure of his confused self, and the horrifying state… As the image of the cowards preying upon her fell before his open eyes once more… the piercing scream of the brakes echoed in the night's air… Running his hands over his face, he struggled to maintain his composure. As his hands fell to his sides… the fingers rigidly curled… and released in frustration. He couldn't decide what it was… He felt bad for her indeed… but why these vehement feelings… Why?… Looking through the open window, his eyes found their way to the open skies above… "Kyun…" the husky whisper fled his lips… almost pleading… as though the answer held the key to his fate… The plea fainted as though unheard in the darkness… Silence…
Delicately setting her upon the soft surface, he took a step back… The single moon seeped curiously through the transparent drapes hovering aimlessly afore the large bay window… Without a glance upon the figure before him, he retraced his steps to the exit…
Back… and forth… back… and forth… As she rocked her rigidly composed body into snail-form… her thoughts seemed to have dissipated into nothingness… Suddenly, her body stiffened still… the emptied eyes still void of expression… yet holding a stoic quality. The soft waves of oblivious hairs fell luxuriously around her face, while her hands somehow found the fabric of her dupatta… conservatively draped across her chest. Holding a trembling hand atop where perhaps her heart seemed to have lost it's rhythm… she calculatedly lifted her gaze to be challenged by a pair of almond eyes blazed in indescribable fire… Lingering upon the face, her eyes failed to make eye contact… trailing towards the little bowl in his hand…
Why did it feel like something inside was crushing… dispersing unknowingly like the remnants of fragile glass… The light breeze blew generously in the spacious compartment… throwing her dishelved wavy tresses across her face… Through the silky layers, part of her eyes met with his… her gaze stoned in pain… and the fear… burning an invisible hole through his existence… He looked towards the hand… resting securely over where her heart beat to an unknown tempo… Her legs pulled up rigidly against her chest, only confirming her terrified status… A searing pain rushed through his veins as he watched her paralysis give way to the shivers once more… She nervously pushed herself backwards… her one hand still holding the dupatta in place, while the other fumbled behind her for support… As he sat before her… her eyes dug through him… almost as though looking for unanswered questions… His vision suddenly blurred and quickly he turned his head in mix of anger and helplessness… Squinting his eyes, he reopened them slowly… and confidently turned his attention back towards her. "Ma… aitha… li…" the throaty voice resonated through the empty walls, lingering somewhere in the air… At some point, she had left his gaze… and now… as he breathed the name, he claimed her attention once more… He hesitantly brought a hand towards her… Seeing the instability of it, frustration swept over his senses… God, what the hell is wrong with me! Angerly, he looked up at the solemn face… its beauty radiating even through the despair… His features automatically softened… "Maithali…" he breathed once more… holding a reassuring tone as she looked at him blankly… She took an uncertain look at the dampened cloth in his hand… and then looked back towards him. Lifting his free hand, he gently removed the hairs scattered across her face…. She squinted her eyes, and he noticed the goosebumps run across the length of her arm… Much to his surprise again, he found himself pleading at her through his eyes… pleading… Vikram-Aditya Mehra pleading… and that too… to a girl… The thought fleetingly crossed his mind when he noticed the twitch in her hand… as she silently brought it down… lowering her gaze to a destination unknown… Silently, he cursed under his breath… bracing himself for what lay beneath the veil… Gently, his fingers reached for the battered covering, revealing the wounds left by a seething lust… He suddenly felt nauseous… but seeing her restlessness, he swallowed it… The throbbing rage subsiding into an almost guilty sensation… Meticulously, he worked across the imprints of unjustified hunger… He felt his muscles unknowingly relax as he felt her shiver under his touch… Strange it was, but the sensation lurked nonetheless… As he finished the crucial process, he got up and took a step back… shamelessly arresting her in his gaze… but only to find a little satisfaction in his work. She had not moved a muscle besides the occasional shivers… nor did her eyes… and still she sat uncomfortably… Noticing her discomfort, he turned towards the bowl, dispensing the cloth into the stale water… As he turned to leave… his feet ceased mid-step… Squinting his eyes, he desperately searched for strength… and turned to her forehead pressed against his hand, encompassed urgently by both her own… Frozen… he only twitched feeling the warmth of a droplet trail down his hand…
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