My Dearest Rival

38.Shivansh

There are people who are innocent, there are people who are badass, there are people who are savage, there are people who are introvert and then there is sangquake, combination of everything. She is the god's most difficult child. I am hundred percent sure god must have suffered some migraine or something while creating her. She must have been pain for god that's why god decided to give this pain to me.

She is still breathing but heavily. My soul has already left the moment i saw her breathing heavily and sweat on her hands and face.

"Get inside the car. We are going to hospital" i said again.

"Salim" i call my driver.

"Sir"

"Call the hospital to reserve two beds. I think i am going to suffer a mini attack" i said.

"On it sir"

"No" she order him. I fucking don't give a shit about her opinion right now. I freaking the fuck out. I have no idea what the fuck i am suppose to do when someone is having a fucking panic attack.

I couldn't stop myself and hide her inside my chest. Slowly i started to stroke her hairs. Maybe this will help her.

"Shhh, it's ok" i whisper.

Slowly her hands wrap around my back. I pat her back. Look i don't know if this is going to work or not but i am not leaving her alone in this situation.

"Breath love" i said.

Her eyes meet mine. I stopped blinking because her eyes are different today, i mean there is no anger, no fear, nothing but trust. The way she is looking at me is like she trusts me with this and she doesn't need to say anything. I can see that in her eyes.

"Ta–talk" she stammered.

Talk? What the hell is that? If it was just for fun i would have won award for talking but right now i fucking forgot how to talk.

I release a deep breath before opening my mouth. Look i have never seen anyone having a panic attack before but i have read about it. I have read on google that if someone is having panic attack then it's best to talk to them calmy.

"You remember aman from class 5?" i ask, she nod.

"I was the one who tore his notebook. Yes i did that because i was fucking jealous because he tried to tal–talk to you. I mean he was asshole from the kindergarten only but how dare he talk to you. If it was in my hands i would have tore his ass but we were kids back then so i tore his notebook" i tell her. She glare at while breathing heavily.

Okay fine! I was trying to help.

"Not helping. Here is another stories, do you remember when i said you are useless" my eyes fully focused on her face. It look like i may suffer some attack if i look away.

"I was w--- wrong. You are not useless, you are probably the toughest woman i have ever met in my life, i mean your boobs are hard as fuck so i assume that you are tough and all." I said. She glared at me.

Clearly that was not something nice. I need to practice before talking to her.  

"You are not useless and the work you are doing for needy people is incredible, they are lucky to have you as their leader, yeah you are being asshole and grumpy all th—sometimes but you are not useless" i said.

This time she stopped breathing. She just stare at me with her mouth open wide. We stare at each other and then she hugged me. Her face touched my chest. I froze.

"I am here for you love" i said trying to control my racing heart beat.

I think i am gonna have panic attack because of this hug soon. I didn't stopped soothing her hairs and patting her back until her breath became normal.