Hey...my OS on the things that they missed to show us on Friday. When Kabir gets hurt and Ananya rushes to him...
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"Stop that! Leave her alone..." The yell was entirely guttural and she was entirely taken aback. For it came from a man known so far to be the most sauve person she had encountered. The iron grip on her throat loosened, maybe Madhonath was equally stunned.
"Keep yourself in check. Otherwise we can't be held responsible for whatever happens!"
She screwed her eyes to bring the swimming images in focus, taking a couple of deep breaths. She gingerly felt her throat: somewhere it was hurting, maybe where the goon's thumbs had pressed against her Adam's apple? Just a few moments ago, she was crying and he was clutching her hands consoling her. Then something had struck him and he had been thrown against the wall. And one of the goons had his big hands against her throat. Moments had passed in a blur, And then he had launched himself on them, not realizing the suicidal foolishness behind it. Again surprising, for he was never known to act on impulse. Madhonath had simply brushed him off against a stack of cardboard cartons, that had collapsed on him like a stack of cards.
Well, these were not normal times. Nor was the situation normal. Kabir might have been in a physically fit situation but he stood no match for Madhonath and his goons. For not only that they were more in number, they were also armed.
In short, they held all the cards.
Their expressions were quite smug as the goons withdrew and closed the door behind them.
OK, let's see what they can do...or are capable of! An ant Vs an Elephant...'
The wooden door closed with an inaudible sound and Ananya came to her senses.
Kabir was hurt.
Unable to hold herself back anymore, Ananya ran to him.
The sight was terrible. Hair tousled, he was standing on unsteady feet, one hand clutched to his midriff. Maybe the goons had punched him too hard? The trickle from his forehead had almost dried off, but the cut on the lip was still raw. He was standing on unsteady feet and subconsciously felt his hand against his lip; it came away covered with blood.
Ananya winced inwardly. She tried to reach out, feel the wound for herself when he shook his head.
Are you Ok...did they hurt you?'
She shook her head amidst her tears. There was something definite and caring in his demeanour.
He tried to straighten up, an effort which ended up in a grimace.
"Sir...just kneel against this carton and I will try to do something!"
"What?" Either he had lost a lot of blood and was weak or his brain wasn't analysing the situation properly. What was she going to..
And then he felt a definite movement in his trousers.
"What the hell..." He opened his eyes in shock and stepped back hastily. "What are you upto, Ms Kashyap?"
"Your Handkerchief, Sir. Your wound needs to be cleaned right away. They have taken away my bag with my handkerchief but you would have yours right? When your eyes were closed, I assumed that you had fallen asleep and so...took the liberty of delving into your pocket..."
"Ohhh I thought..."
"What did you think, Sir?"
"Forget it, Ms Kashyap!"
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