22. The talk!

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Heyya people. Here's the next chappy!!

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Manik

"So where you want to go? Your room or.." I asked her still carrying her in my arms. Is it normal that she weighs nothing? It's like I'm carrying a set of blankets in my arms. I'm sure even Mukti weighs double than her. Doesn't she eat? Or she is starving herself? Doesn't females eat more than males? Mukti always eats like hungry lion, like she is starving for years together.

I noticed her stiffened in my arms. What did I even say? "You don't want to go to your room?" I asked climbing up the stairs while looking at her in confusion.

I mean she definitely has bruises on her body. I saw her discomfort when mommy hugged her. And I saw where she was trying to walk normally ignoring the pain in her but her eyes showed each and every emotion. Her face showed how much it's difficult for her to even move a step. I don't even know how she managed to come downstairs in that state and act all happy happy in front of everyone. I am sure the bruises covered her arms, and legs but don't know if that's it or it cover her whole body. But the question running through from beginning when I realized why she wasn't able to walk properly is that who did this to her? Did she self harm? But how can someone manage to do the whole arms and legs? But wasn't she trying to jump off the cliff yesterday evening? Did she really do this to kill herself because I didn't let her die yesterday? But what could be the reason? Or someone forcing her do all this? Her parents didn't seem to be caring from any angle. But isn't like parents could tell when their child is hurt. My family gets so worked up for even a small cut in my finger. Then how the hell they weren't able to? It was so clear downstairs that she was in pain but her family didn't seem to mind. Did they do that to her? They didn't seem like kind people. Not when my both fathers were yelling at her father like that. My parents never shouts, never gets annoyed, never raise their voice at anyone. I don't know what got into them when they saw her father?

Or it's someone else who did this to her? I so desperately want to ask her this but will she really tell me? I don't think so after how she behaved yesterday when I saved her. But i don't expect her to tell me. We just met like yesterday only, we didn't even know each other's name till now and then how can I expect her to say about something which she wanted to hide from everyone else? Including me. I'm sure I'm no special person that she would consider to share something so deep related to her life. But I just want to make sure she is ok. I want to make sure she isn't any danger.

But on the other side I want her to tell me everything so that I could kill that person who did this to her? My jaw tighned and my arms stiffened thinking about the person who even dared to touch her. Sure we just met the day before but that doesn't mean I don't care for her, she might be nothing to me but she is still a human being and no one deserves to go through this. No one has right to treat her like this.

I was so much engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't feel her left hand taping my shoulder to get my attention. "Manik.. Manik" she was calling out my name, I don't for how long now. "huh..yes?" I asked looking at her.

"mm..you can put me down..I can walk" she said when I noticed we were standing on the first floor now.

"No. I'm not" I said sternly. She hasn't replied yet that why she doesn't want to go to her room. Did she want to hide something from me or is she unformtable to be with me alone in her room? I don't which was true but decided not to ask anything regarding that.

"Please..you don't have to carry me everywhere. I'm o.." she tried to convince me again but I quickly cut her off. "I don't care" I said without even looking at her. I turned to left and saw an open door leading towards the Terrace. It was left open. As it was winter season going on..not much of sun you would be able to see here. So I proceeded to walk their still carrying her in my arms.

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