It took me three minutes to run away from Karishma and five minutes to get back, I don’t want her to do something reckless, although I am scared as hell.
I crossed paths with a few people, all of them glared at me probably thinking I am a runaway from an asylum, with my hands shaking, my feet hurting, breathless state, and my legs refused to take a break until I stood face to face with the black door, those shaky hands on the doorknob.
I turned the doorknob, quietly entering the silent house, my mouth open to call Karishma but nothing came out as I felt she had the upper hand over my decisions. Closing the door, I heard footsteps behind me.
“BABE!! You are back!” I turned around in time to see Karishma sprinting towards me from the kitchen, her face with slightly bruised lips, she changed in black jeans and a white-colored oversized t-shirt with full sleeves, a smile adorned her face and not to mention the center of attraction on her was a knife in her right hand.
Before I had time to react she hugged me, I cried afraid that she might hurt me, in the process my back got slammed with the door, her hands hugging me tightly but I couldn’t feel the knife. I pushed her away with teary eyes, my legs gave out and I plopped on the floor.
“Hasz!” Karishma called out, crouched in front of me, her ice-cold eyes gave out a scary aura, and not to forget the knife. She licked her lips and extended her left hand to caress my cheek wiping my tears.
“K-K-Karishma ” With a stuttering voice and trembling finger I pointed at the knife in her hand. She let out a gasp and quickly dropped the knife
“Sorry to scare you, I thought of cooking something delicious for you. I knew you would come back” Karishma leaned closer to my ears. “Don’t ever leave me” she whispered with a sharp tone and pulled back to witness my pale face, while she wore that pretty smile.
I let out a scream as the doorbell rang scaring me to death but Karishma put her hand over my mouth to suppress my scream and a finger over her lips, shushing me simultaneously removing her hand.
“Calm down babe it’s just a doorbell” I was panting, with my heart beating way above normal. Karishma hugged me, running her fingers through my hair. Suddenly she gripped my arms and yanked me up, wiping more tears with her sleeve.
“Now, open the door and act normal. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt and Kareena’s name should never leave your mouth” Karishma whispered as I nodded, biting my lip, whoever is standing behind the door better not cause any trouble. I glanced sideways to see that she picked up the knife and hurried on to my left side, with her right hand behind my back hiding the knife.
“Just for safety” She pecked on my cheek and rolled her eyes towards the door gesturing me to open it. I gulped and opened the door to welcome the person who had invited themselves to death’s doorstep. If that person is dangerous, will Karishma kill them? More than that will I ever help her cover up again? “Dr. Shivani?” A confused look settled over my face as I saw my doctor wearing a worried look.
“I am sorry, it took me some time to get here.” She stepped in and instinctively I and Karishma stepped backward maintaining the same position, I glanced at Karishma’s unhappy face clearly displeased with having Shivani here.
“What happened to your ankle, are you fine?” She pointed towards my ankle. I gulped and stood there before answering
“Glass cut” Both me and Karishma answered in unison, as she smirked at me.
“Hasz, why did you hang up in between?” Shivani was about to take my shaky hand in her, but Karishma cleared her throat stopping her mid-air.
“There was a crisis we had to handle, you know Hasz’s phone slipped from my hand and then she was startled and dropped the glass and you know the rest” Karishma explained with extreme caution.
