After Advait left Samaira heartbroken on the day that was supposed to be the happiest of her life-their wedding day-her world shatters. Picking up the pieces, she barely manages to rebuild herself when her family insists she marry Aarav, a successfu...
The world outside the car was a blur. Samaira’s hands shook slightly as she wiped the blood off Advait’s arm, but her focus remained unwavering. The injury was deep, the blood soaking through the cloth she had pressed against it. She knew she had done what she could for now, but she needed to get him to a hospital, and fast. Time was running out.
She glanced at his pale face, his eyes half-lidded. He was losing consciousness too quickly. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she knew panicking wouldn't help. She had been in life-threatening situations before, but this felt different. This wasn’t just a battle for survival—this was for him.
"Stay with me, Advait," she muttered under her breath, her fingers pressing harder on the wound to slow the bleeding. "You can’t just drop out now."
He didn’t answer, but she could feel his chest rising and falling steadily, though labored. She turned to the driver, her voice firm despite the rising panic inside her. “Stop any vehicle. We need help.”
The driver nodded but didn’t say anything, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he maneuvered the car down the winding road. Samaira took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She glanced at Advait again. His face was as cold and composed as ever, even in the face of the blood loss and pain.
Trying to break the tension, Samaira leaned closer and nudged his shoulder. “So, Advait, is this how you usually spend your afternoons? Nearly getting yourself killed and expecting people to clean up after you?”
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, weak but genuine. “Not really, Samaira. But I must say, you’re doing a good job at it. You should consider a new career—doctor by day, savior by night.”
Samaira couldn't help but smile despite the gravity of the situation. “Oh, don’t flatter me. I’m just trying to keep you alive long enough to make you suffer later.”
“Wouldn't dream of it," he replied, his voice growing even quieter. "But you might get your chance soon enough...”
She shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "Stop it. You're in no position to be making jokes."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine," he said, though his voice was growing weaker by the second. “I’ve had worse.”
She wanted to scream at him to stop downplaying it, but instead, she let her frustration slide into another sarcastic comment. “Oh, is that so? Were you shot by a sniper while you were skydiving or something?”
His lips twitched slightly as if he were trying to smile. "Close. But it wasn’t skydiving...just bad business decisions. I’m sure you know the feeling."
“I’m sure I do,” she said, her voice softening. She couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with him. Not that she would ever admit it to his face.
She glanced out the window and saw a car slowing down beside them. She quickly stepped out from her car and rushed forward to seek help.
The man who stepped out looked concerned but wary. As he took in the sight of Samaira, her bridal lehenga stained with Advait's blood, and the state of the car, he quickly formed an assumption. His mind raced, drawing from the classic scenarios he'd seen in his years on the road. *Runaway bride, it had to be. A young couple fleeing from their families. Maybe the bride’s side had attacked the groom.*
He scratched his chin as he approached them. *It’s a classic case. The families always chase after them. The boy must be in trouble, or worse. Might have gotten beaten up... or worse, shot.*
He stood there for a moment, scrutinizing the situation. *But something feels off. She doesn’t look like someone who’s just been through a family drama. This... this isn’t just a runaway bride situation.*
The man leaned down and knocked on the window. “What happened?” he asked, his tone a mix of concern and caution.
“We need help,” Samaira said quickly, her voice pleading. “Please, my husband is badly injured. He needs to get to a hospital. Please, you have to help us.”
The man hesitated for a moment, but then his gaze moved to Advait, seeing the extent of the blood loss. With a sigh, he nodded. “Alright. I can help. Get him into my car.”
He wasn’t entirely sure what he was stepping into, but the gravity of the situation was evident. As the man helped Samaira get Advait into his car, he couldn’t shake the strange feeling gnawing at him. This wasn’t some random family feud. No. There was something darker here.
Once Advait was settled, the man got into the driver’s seat. Samaira sat beside him, her focus entirely on Advait as she tried to keep him awake, fighting the pull of unconsciousness that was threatening to overtake him.
The man glanced at Samaira in the rearview mirror. “What happened to him? Who did this?”
Samaira didn’t answer at first. She looked at Advait again, his face still pale. Then, she simply shook her head. "It’s a long story. And it's one I’m not sure I’ll ever understand." She also thanked the man for his help at such a critical moment.
The man just nodded his head and didn’t press further. He just drove, the tires of the car screeching as he raced toward the nearest hospital. Samaira’s mind raced too, as she wiped more blood from Advait’s arm. The blood was too much, but there was nothing more she could do for now. She wasn’t going to lose him—not now, not when she was so close to understanding him, even if she didn’t know the full truth.
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