Aarohi And Dev

CHAPTER 18

Aarohi POV

As that guy approached us, fear gripped me tightly. Oh God, please! I don't want to die like this. Thoughts raced through my mind, each one more terrifying than the last.

I swiftly kicked the man in front of me in the groin, causing him to wince in pain, then followed up by kicking the other guy on the knee, making him drop his gun. Without hesitation, I grabbed the gun, fired a warning shot in the air, and pointed it at them.

"Don't move, or I will shoot," I declared firmly, my voice steady despite the chaos.

As their grip on Tara loosened, she swiftly rose to her feet. I offered a hand to the injured girl, helping her stand, and then carefully guided her to the backseat of the car, ensuring she was seated comfortably.

It's disheartening how fate never seems to be on my side, as Tara was held captive by one of them, with a knife on her throat.

I sat frozen in the car, watching Tara a few meters away, held captive by the goon's menacing words: "Today, it's either this girl or that one. The choice is yours."

The goon's words sent a chill down my spine. It felt like a cruel ultimatum, forcing us to make an impossible choice.

As our eyes met, a silent understanding passed between us. With a determined nod, I conveyed my plan to Tara. We had to act fast, and we had to act together.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I started the engine and turned on the headlights, momentarily blinding them. Seizing the opportunity, I made a drift and accelerated towards Tara. She swiftly elbowed her captor and dashed towards the car. I quickly unlocked the door, and as she jumped in, I floored the accelerator, leaving our attackers behind in a cloud of dust.

The adrenaline rush made it feel like I was in a thriller movie, but this was real life, and the danger was all too palpable.

"You did great, Ruhi!" Tara praised as we both tried to calm down.

We both hurried to the nearby hospital and took the girl inside.

While Tara filled out the mandatory forms, I stayed with the girl, holding her hand tightly and trying to calm her down.

The doctor ushered her into the emergency room, and I lingered outside, consumed by a sense of sorrow. Her family must have been frantically searching for her, filled with worry, yet I had no means of contacting them.

Eventually, the doctor moved her to a regular ward, where she lay unconscious. Tara and I stayed close by, waiting anxiously for any sign of improvement.

After a few moments, she regained consciousness, and Tara and I approached her, hoping for some answers.

"Are you feeling better now?" I asked her, holding her hands, to which she nodded weakly. "Who were they?" Tara dove straight to the main point.

"I-I don't know!" The girl's voice trembled with pain and fear, her words faltering.

"It's okay, take your time," I reassured her gently. "But try to remember anything you can, it might help us figure out what happened."

"May I use your phone to call my brother?" I nodded and handed her my phone.

She called her brother from my phone and began sobbing, "Bh-bhai, please come and take me home." She asked me the hospital's name and conveyed that to her brother.

Waiting for her brother to arrive, we stayed by her side, offering comfort and reassurance. She seemed to be around my age, and I couldn't imagine how terrified she must have been amidst all the chaos. It was truly a terrifying experience for all of us. Seeing a gun for the first time in real life was surreal, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered after the ordeal.