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Isha walks out of the room, her hands behind her back. Adhiraaj, with his left hand wraps his arm around her, pulling her to his chest. "Where are you going, now?" Elbowing him she turns to face him with an angry frown. "None of your business."
"It's exactly my business." He gave her a tight smile. Shaking her head she turned on her heels and left the room. Adhiraaj followed her like a puppy, supporting his right hand. Isha instead of moving to the main hall, she enters Dharmendra's room. Adhiraaj follows her not sure of what she is up to.
"Why are you in his room?" Sighing she turns to him frustrated. "Can't you be silent for a minute. Your'e not this talkative, why are you eating my brain?" Turning she enters the bathroom.
Eh? I talk alot?
I haven't realised that.
Following her to the bathroom, he sees her searching for something. "What are you looking for? Money? Gun? Fil-" she abruptly turns startling adhiraaj who avoids her angry yet frustrated gaze. After taking the first aid kit, she pulls Adhiraaj by his left hand.
Standing beside him, infront of the sink she takes his right hand starts washing the cut since it's all bloodied. While, Adhiraaj's heart fluttered. His heart melted. It skipped some thousands beat-alltogether he felt chills all over his body.
Clearing his throat he was about to open his mouth when she again glares at him and he smoothly closes his mouth before he could utter a word. After cleaning it she inspects his gash. It does seem a little deep but nothing serious of that sort.
The blood kept flowing even after cleaning. Isha opens the kit and search for some bandage and a clean cloth. Taking a white clean cloth she wraps it around his hand and than a bandage over to keep it on place. After tieing the bandage, she search through the kit to look for any antibiotic cream or something like that.
But, to Adhiraaj's bad luck there's no ointment of that sort. Keeping them back on their place she washes her hand. "Your'e worried for me?" He feels euphoric feeling knowing that she cares for him. But, his small smile that wasn't visible dulls as he hears her next word.
"Don't hype yourself. The blood kept flowing and if someone finds it out I'll be in trouble. I dont want any unwanted attention on this case." His face brightens. It's not like the blood is her's that's on the floor. If there comes a question of getting caught it'll obviously be him not her. And she's trying to cover it up.
He decides to not talk for now. His questions will be answered nevertheless. He knows how to get answers from her, afterall.
Ahhh.... She cares for me!
I'm behaving like a love sick puppy, now!
But I don't mind, tho!
It feels so good to my heart....
Hiding his bright smile he walks after Isha. He hears her say. "Tell some of your men to clean the blood. Only yours." He nods his head quite immediately. Looking at his right hand, he could still feel her touch. How she held his arm like a fragile glass.
He screamed in joy internally. Ahh how much he wished to stop the time and stare at her face. Her eyes, her cheeks, her lips...... He sighs which gains her attention. "What?" He shakes his head composing himself. Giving him a suspicious glance she walks ahead. Taking something from her pocket, she pours it drop by drop on the floor.
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A PURE LOVE
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