Ishan opened his eyes to see many strange faces peering at him....What the hell....He blinked his eyes to check if he was hallucinating or not. He remembered the truck heading towards him, he swerving the car to avoid it and finally the car being hit at the rear by the truck. While swerving the car, he hit a pole and he banged his head on the steering wheel. And then he lost his consciousness. As he tried to remember, he struggled to sit up. A searing pain went through his leg and he noticed that he had fallen to the ground as the door of the car fell open on impact. He looked at his car and felt like crying.The bonnet of the car was smashed ....'My poor thing....' he thought.
'Wait, the ambulance is coming....You are lucky that the impact of the crash was not too strong otherwise you would have been killed,' he was told. He looked up to find one of the traffic police constable informing him. Ishan was not concerned about himself. He was more worried about his dear car. The crowd slowly dispersed after seeing him alive. He guessed that they were disappointed on seeing him alive. Well....there is no news like bad news...
'Did you note the number of the truck?' Ishan asked the traffic constable
'Not only number....the driver of the truck has been caught...'he said proudly
Ishan was surprised, when did the system get so efficient? He asked him 'How?'
'Well, as the truck sped away after hitting you, one of the bystanders who were waiting for bus marked the Registration number and notified the police. The truck driver was caught at the next signal. He was trying to jump it...'he explained
'Can I thank the good Samaritan who noted the number....' he asked trying to forget the excruciating pain in his leg
'He left when his bus came....' he was informed, the Paramedics came and he was wheeled away to the nearest hospital. After the examination, he was told that his ankle was twisted badly. He was advised for ankle brace and given medicines and pain killers.There were some bruises on his face above eyebrows. He was taken care of it and while he was waiting in the hospital he called up Nivedita to inform about his delay.
Swara and Sanskar had checked in at the security gate in Hong Kong airport when Swara received a call from Nivedita. Swara was shocked to learn that Ishan was injured. She informed Sanskar and together they raced against time and distance to reach their friend.
They landed at Netaji Subash Chandra Bose International Terminal just before midnight and headed to Ishan's house. Ishan was on the bed with ankle braces. Sanskar was shocked to see the bruises on his face and his fury swelled to new proportions. Ishan was not worried about his sprained leg. He was more concerned about not being able to go with Sanskar to Midnapore. He advised Sankar to postpone his visit but Sanskar had made up his mind. He was not going to waste a single day before confronting this bastard whoever he was.They discussed about the recent developments in the case and Swara listened carefully to everything that was being narrated by Ishan.
'Ishan, are you sure that the one who attacked Sanskar and you, are one and the same?' Swara asked
'Of course Swara. Any doubts? They don't want us to go to Midnapore so they are trying to scare us.' Ishan said
'But don't you see Ishan, that is precisely my point. If they know that you are going, would they not be more careful? They would try to keep a low profile now instead of attacking you' Swara's point of view made sense.
'So what is your point Swara?' Sanskar asked
'I am trying to say that it could be someone other than this Sisodia who tried to cause the accident to Ishan..Maybe there is more than one person and we are missing some link.'
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