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... it's called "make up your own version of a scene that disappointed you in the recent episodes".
I'll start.
SCENE: The Tasha-in-the-car-alone scene.
Aaaaaand ACTION!
The vicious roar of thunder broke the profound silence in the car. With the rain pounding against the windshield, they drove. He moved uneasily in the seat, his senses painfully alert. Despite the rain's constant lash against metal, he could hear the troubled sound of that girl's laboured breathing. It unsettled him.
"Chacha Ji," Seema said. The sound of her voice still grated his ears. "Stop here. I'll buy some water for Dutta-"
"We're not stopping," he interrupted, regretting that he had ever asked for water in the first place. "It's not safe yet."
"But you need-"
"I don't need anything, Seema," he cut her off again. She fell silent and he could feel her watching him.
A hand touched his arm lightly. "Son," Chacha said in a soft voice. "It'll only take a moment. I'll bring some water for both you and the girl."
The girl.
Of course. Water might help ease whatever pain she was in.
He nodded once. The old man left the car, throwing them into another deep silence. The soft clink of Seema's bangles was the only sound as she seemed to shift the girl. "There's a medicine shop right outside," she suddenly said. "They might have something that I can give my friend. I'll be right back."
The door slammed shut behind her. He closed his eyes, restlessly rubbing his throat as if to loosen whatever had him suffocating. Frustration leaked through his movements, pushing him over the edge. How much longer? For how much longer would he have to wait? He needed to her Naku's voice, or he would simply explode.
I need a plan.
The moment that he could get close to another phone, he would have to call Naku. There was a message that needed to reach Baji. Without his help, the chances of Dutta's survival were slim to none. Chaskar's men were roaming the Patilwadi, and whoever controlled Chaskar…
A quiet moan sounded from the backseat. His head whipped to the side, his eyes widened. The girl had fallen into the back of his seat. Frowning, he reached out with one hand and felt her shoulder. Heat radiated off her skin, almost burning him. Worried, he fumbled for the door-handle and pushed open the door.
He was met by a merciless rain that drenched him within seconds as he felt around for the backdoor, managing to open it. Moving inside, he gently put the girl back against the seat and hovered over her for a moment.
"Son," Chacha said from behind. "Quick. Get inside."
"We should take her to a hospital," Dutta said in a quiet voice, ignoring the old man. He didn't wait for an answer as his words were a demand rather than a suggestion. "I can tell from her breathing that she's not doing well. She's burning up."
"We'll get her to a doctor as soon as Seema returns," Chacha promised, his hand resting on Dutta's shoulder. "Please, get inside. I've brought you some water."
"Give it to the girl first," Dutta said, moving back to the front of the car. He got inside and shut the door.
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
