"Drive! Babe!" The someone beside him stated.
A random woman wearing a black hoodie and jeans sat inside his car and on top of that the audacity she has to demand him to drive.
By the looks of it she felt like someone who just ran a marathon cause she was panting.With a knife?A knife dripping of blood?
"Who the hell are you?" Aarav felt agitated.
"Maybe your potential girlfriend?" She winked at him, when their conversation was interrupted by sounds of motorcycles rushing into the basement.
"Listen, Lover boy! If you want to live the first day of your new year...you need to drive, or else we both are dead." She placed her palm under her chin and blinked twice, as if trying to act cute.
Aarav unable to understand the situation, tries studying her facial features to find out if what she was doing is a prank or is she actually a thief?
The hood of her jacket covered the top of her head, but the slight strands of hair falling on the either side of her face, her unnecessary cheeky smile and the knife dripping blood.
The humming of the motorcycle increased, when finally Aarav's gaze fell on his rare view mirror and he noticed a set of people in bikes, driving inside holding saw and chains, guns and knives.
She definitely wasn't a thief, then maybe a dacoit or gangster?
Aarav hit the accelerator, being chased by the goons on bike.
As the car raced through the winding streets, Aarav couldn't help but notice the woman beside him wince in pain.
The harsh reality of their situation didn't escape him – she was injured, and the urgency of their escape only amplified her discomfort.
Concern etched across his features. "Are you okay?" he asked, glancing at her momentarily while keeping his focus on the road ahead.
The woman, though visibly in pain, responded with a playful smirk.
"Well, Lover boy, Nothing I can't handle," she teased, attempting to downplay her injuries.
Her attempt at bravado, however, couldn't entirely conceal the vulnerability in her eyes.
Aarav, torn between the gravity of their situation and a growing concern for her well-being, persisted. "Let me see," he insisted, his tone firm yet gentle.
He glanced over, catching a glimpse of the bloodied arm, even though it was covered inside her hoodie.
Maybe the blood dripping from the knife wasn't anyone's but hers.
His eyes softened, a silent acknowledgment of the pain she was enduring.
She, in response, leaned back against the seat, adopting a coy expression.
"Oh, trying to play doctor now, are we?" she flirted, her voice laced with a teasing tone.
But the beads of sweat accross her forehead and her pale skin, were talking about the pain she was enduring.
Only, if she knew he was a doctor himself.
"I'm serious," he replied, a mix of frustration and sincerity in his voice.
The adrenaline-fueled chase continued, but Aarav couldn't shake off his innate concern for her.
Maybe his duty towards saving people had got the best of him.
