Love Letters

PROLOGUE

A loud yell was heard, making the driver kick on the brake in panic. His hands found their way toward his messy lock. His exhausted, swollen orbs searched in front of the vacant route. His eyes met with silence; his senses were certain that his wheels had hit something hard.

He pulled open the door and walked outside. The constant fear bulged inside, yet he wasn't planning to leave the victim alone on the road to die. His orbs soon found a source lying on the corner of the road, red fluid emitting from her. The soul was a lady, her hair covering her face due to the red fluid wrapping her skin.

The driver gasped in fear. The case before him seemed worse. His legs rushed towards the soul. His heart felt guilty for being the reason behind her condition. He knelt before her, slowly attempting to check her nerves. He sighed finding that she was still breathing but seemed like her state was getting worse due to her rapid breathing level.

Without wasting more minutes in thought, he wrapped his hand around her thigh and shoulder and pulled the lifeless soul into his arms. He rushed towards his car, making the soul lay down on the backseat, locked it, and got back to the driver position. He drove the engine while dialing a number.

A melodious, cheerful voice echoed in the interior of the black car after a minute.

"How do I own a call from you?" The voice was speaking in a teasing manner but the caller just groaned at her response.

"You're in the hospital?" He inquired for which there was a silence from the other hand for a minute.

"Yes..." the receiver sounded less excited.

And without clarifying anything further he ended the call, his eyes glancing at the soul resting on his backseat for a second.

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"Who is she?" A lady wrapped in a white coat and with a skeptical look was staring at the driver in concern. She was almost of the same height as the guy standing before her. Her upright posture and stern orbs indicated she wasn't pleased with the situation before her. Her eyes rested longer on the bloody unconscious girl in his arms.

"Suhana, can't you just start with your duty rather than wasting your time on the question session?" He groaned, glaring in her direction.

"Ayaan, I need to know the case before operating. The way blood is oozing out of her. I can't treat her without registering an FIR that's what law is about."

"Even if that fucking human dies... you just want to follow the fucking law..." Rage was oozing out of Ayaan's eyes. Suhana glanced at him for a minute, she could understand the reason behind his fury it wasn't the lifeless soul laying in his arms but his past triggering him.

"I will treat her..." with those words, she walked inside a stern look covering her face.

As Ayaan made the girl lay on the wheel stretcher, a purse hanging on her shoulder fell down. The staff dragged the wheel stretcher towards the operating theatre while Ayaan bend and took the purse in his hand. Searching for any identity of the lady he had knocked down with his car. He came across various sheets of paper and every piece of paper was addressed to a soulmate. He frowned reading the content of the paper.