Aman helped Arnav get out from his car and led him straight into the house, supporting him over his shoulder. Opening the door, he took him to his bedroom downstairs and placed him on the bed. Just then he heard someone near the bedroom door.
"Oh! It's good you arrived so fast. He was shot and he is bleeding profusely. I think he is losing his consciousness."
"Don't worry Aman, I'll handle it from here and I'll make sure he survives it." Saying so the doctor ushered him outside and called his assistant inside. The assistant arrived with a big bag full of medical supplies.
The doctor carefully undressed him, unwrapping the blood stained white Dupatta that tightly held his shoulder and began attending to his wounds. He noticed that the bullet was missing from the wound. Typical Arnav! He thought to himself as he rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time he had taken out the bullet by himself. He dabbed the whole area with antiseptic and began to stitch the open wound.
Arnav winced out loudly with pain feeling the needle on his flesh. The doctor asked his assistant for morphine and injected high doses into his system. This would help him with the pain. After attending his shoulder, he turned towards his leg and started working on it. By now the morphine had kicked into his system and Arnav remained calm and quiet like a dead man.
After an hour's work of cleaning, dabbing and bandaging the wounds, he left the room, covering him with blanket. While leaving the room, he noticed Aman standing at the doorside, his face full of worry and tension.
The Doctor placed a hand on his shoulder reassuring him that he would be alright. "He's going to be fine. I gave him high doses of pain killers and injections. He will remain unconscious for the next twenty four hours. Tomorrow morning, I will arrive to check on him. Since he has lost lot of blood, we would need to do a transfusion. Actually, I wanted to take him to the hospital now itself. But I know it is a matter of security for you all. So somehow, I'll manage to do the transfusion tomorrow in the house itself."
"Doctor, thanks for coming at this late hour. We owe you a lot for helping us, especially people like us, even though you know the consequences of your actions."
"Don't thank me Aman. Actually I should be thanking you because I wouldn't have been alive if it weren't for Arnav. So I owe him my life and will continue to help him till the end." Saying so the doctor and his assistant left the house, leaving Aman and Arnav all by to themselves.
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She silently sneaked into her house through the back door. She observed that Buaji had been busy watching television in the living room. Due to the loud volume, she hadn't noticed this girl, entering her room before shutting the door behind her.
She let out a huge sigh of relief closing the door of her room. She stepped towards the mirror and observed her petite frame in it. The Dupatta less White Kameez was slightly stained with blood. Seeing herself in the mirror, the shocking images of that wounded man flashed before her eyes. She simply prayed that he was safe wherever he was now.
She changed her clothes into a night dress, carefully hiding her blood stained Kameez inside the laundry basket so that no one would suspect what had occurred. She went to the washroom to freshen herself. She noticed the dried blood on her fingers. His scream of torturous pain still rang in her ears causing her to shudder with fright. The image of her pulling out the bullet replayed itself all over again in her mind.
She pressed the liquid hand wash into her palms and thoroughly scrubbed her fingers to eliminate every trace of the blood stains on it. But little did she know that the same blood would haunt her future.
Coming out of the bathroom, she remembered the bullet that she had kept in her bag. Taking it out, she keenly observed the disfigured blood stained metal in her hand and wrapped it in her handkerchief and placed it inside her drawer.
She left her bedroom and went to the living area, sneaking behind her Buaji and startling her.
"Hey Sankadevi! When did you arrive? And look what time it is?"
"Buaji, I returned home at 8:00 itself and I was sitting in my room." she lied. "You were busy with your serial. So I thought let me not disturb you."
Buaji eyed at her innocent looking face suspiciously before she dismissed her doubts. "Ok fine. Let's have dinner. Go to the kitchen and arrange for the plates." She ordered at her niece.
"Yes Buaji, even I'm hungry." She said eagerly and ran into the kitchen.
That night when she slept, all she could think about was the face of that wounded man who was on the verge of dying. She remembered his painful screams and howls. The last thought before she slumbered to deep sleep was the name of that man. Arnav. Wasn't that what he had said to the person on the other end of the line? And why did he delete that number from her phone?
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