Unstoppable

"DEAD"

An hour later.

Malik's POV

We reached the gentleman's house. Ria was still sleeping soundlessly. The kind man, Altaf, allowed us to stay in his house for the night. 

I picked her up gently in bridal style, and carefully carried her inside, up to the room. I gently placed her on the bed and put a blanket on her. 
There was a knock on the door. 

"Hey, I brought you two some clothes since the one you both are wearing is ripped. Hope they fit." Altaf handed me some clothes, and I thanked them. He was about to go, but suddenly turned and looked at Ria. 

"Oh my God. She is bleeding. " 

"What? " I turned and saw that the blanket near my right leg, was stained with blood. I quickly removed it and saw that there was a deep cut on her leg. Probably because of the fall. 

"My wife is a nurse. Hold on, I'll call her. She'll be okay."

 Altaf went down the stairs to quickly call her. I turned my attention to Ria who was still napping. Soon after, his wife came and started cleaning and stitching the wound. After all the chaos, seeing her fast asleep only encouraged me to be close to her. 

Never have I ever, felt this kind of attraction towards any woman until Ria. She was injured not physically but mentally too. Being a fierce fighter, she forgot her true self. Although she is a mother, she fights like she has nothing to lose. Now knowing that her husband, who should have been dead, is alive only breaks her even more. I know, she won't let anyone in her heart anymore but the urge to try increases. 

I walked and sat on the spot on the bed near her and hesitantly kept a hand on hers while my eyes still on her beautiful yet serene face.
At that moment, I felt peace. The kind of peace which is rare for people like us. The kind which gives us hope, that we have the right to love, and to live.

"She will be alright now. Let her rest for a while"
I nodded and mumbled a quick thank you. She smiled and then went out of the room, closing the door behind her.
I put my head beside our holding hands, closing my eyes.

Ria's POV

A strange sensation caused me to open my eyes slowly in narrow slits. I closed them again due to the unfamiliar pain in my left leg. I tried to sit up when suddenly I felt someone's hand on mine. It was Malik's. 

He was still sleeping beside our holding hands. I got up very slowly, removing my hand from his and placed a pillow there. The pain in my leg intensified the moment I stood up. I limped towards the dressing mirror and saw myself. 

My tank top was ripped in various places. My pant was torn not as much as I hoped, yet messy and destroyed. That was my favorite pant! 

I had a bruise near top-right of my forehead, a small cut on my upper right arm and then I noticed. A deep slash on my left leg. Someone had stitched that place. I gently took off my tank top and replaced it with a red button-up shirt and wore a black jean that was placed folded on a chair near the bed. I slowly limped my way towards the bathroom. I washed my face with clean water and pulled up my hair into a ponytail. I limped downstairs where the gentleman and his wife offered us to stay for the night, presuming it by the fact that they haven't told us to leave now.
The generous man was placing dishes on the dinner table while the lady cooked.