The Meeting
Darkness. She feared of. She was now engulfed in. She looked in all directions for some help but all she found was darkness. Her head was throbbing and vision blurred but she clutched to the spycam in her hand tightly and ran in forward direction unwilling to get caught by the gundaas sent by a wealthy person whose misdeeds she had recorded in the camera.
She ran and ran and ran until she found herself out of the forest on a highway road. All she could see was a vehicle heading in her direction before being taken into the world of unconsciousness. The SUV came to a screeching halt as the person driving applied a sudden break.
The person came out of the car and was shocked to see a girl almost under his car. He rushed forward and took the girl in his lap. Bleeding forehead, swollen cheeks, tattered clothes and dishevelled hair, he was horrified seeing her condition. He took a close look of her to find any identification.
That's when he noticed an ID card hung in her neck and a closed fist. He found a spycam after opening her closed fist. Taking her ID in his other hand, he read to himself,
"Swara Bose. Junior Reporter, KKN."
Keeping the camera in his pocket, he lifted Swara in his arms and lain her carefully in the passenger seat. Himself seating in the car, he turned the engine on and drove the vehicle towards the city constantly checking if she was awake.
The early dawn, he spent in the hospital quarreling with the doctor for her treatment and rest of the day waiting for her to gain consciousness. As he sat on one of the hospital chairs, he closed his eyes and was surprised with himself remembering his concern for someone unknown, a stranger.
"Mr. Maheshwari, the girl is now awake. You can meet her." The doctor came out of Swara's ward and informed him.
The man walked inside the ward and found Swara with a bandage on head and other bruises.
"I hope you are fine." He asked seating beside her on the stool.
"aap koun?" Swara asked getting up slowly from the bed.
"Sanskaar...Sanskaar Maheshwari." He introduced himself.
"And here is your camera and ID card." He placed her belongings on the table.
"Thanks." She replied eyeing her things.
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OK, so here's the first chapter. I know it is small but this is all I could write at the moment. And all thanks to my journalism obsession, I made Swara a journalist. KKN is a fictional news channel.
Dyuti di, i hope there's some stunt here 😉.
Edited by Nivijo - 8 years ago
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