Originally posted by: AnonymouslyS
As i walked towards her, I could see the hesitation on her face. She was scared,
or maybe uncomfortable, I didn’t know what it was exactly but she was definitely not happy to see me. I could care the least right now, though. Her arms were still bleeding and that made my heart pain. And I wasn’t going to let it go on for long.
As I got the first aid ready, she asked me to stop, facing her back stay me.
That’s when the anger started to seep into me.
“Let me tell you something, Mrs. Pooja Ka...Anmol Singhania, is waqt, aap hum sab ko disturb kar rahi hai. Believe me, Hume koi shauk nahin hai aapko yeh first aid lagane ka. Aacha hoga agar aap cooperate kare aur hume marham lagane de taki hum saab aapne aapne kamre mein ja sake”
I might have sounded a bit harsh but if she was not going to listen to us when we are being nice to her, it’s better to be bitter.
I smiled inside when I thought about her being Mrs. Pooja Kabir Singhania.
Maybe she will be later on, who knows what will happen in the coming future.