Walk With Me

Chapter 1

Zubaiiir Zubair! Zubaiiir Zubair!

The Melbourne Cricket Ground fill with noises as Zubair hit the ball and it crossed the boundary.

"It's a difficult time for India. India needs 3 runs in 1 ball to win the match. All pressure is on Zubair.  Can he make it? Everybody became quite. Left handed spin bowler James Tyler threw the ball..shot! In the air...sixer." The commentator commented.

"Woo hoo!" The ground again fell with noise of joy. Though it's a foreign country but it has many Indian fans to support India.

"With this India wins." The commentator commented happily.

The other members from the team ran and jump on Zubair. Everyone was happy. They lift Zubair on their arm.

After a little celebration Zubair started to exit the ground.

He was about to go when Firoz called him.

"Hey Zubair where are you going?" He asked

"I don't know." Zubair replied.

"What does that mean? You are the captain of the team, you have to stay." Firoz protests.

"I have done my work but now I want to go." Zubair stated.

"But why?" Inquired Firoz.

"I need some peace. My head is paining by the noise." He explained.

"They will call you for the man of the match award." Firoz reported.

"You are my best friend I know you will handle it. Now I I'm leaving bye.."

"Zubair..."

"Byee..." With that Zubair left. He went to his dressing room changed in his casual dress, took the key and went to take his bike.

Zubair's POV,

I covered my nose and mouth with a handkerchief and put on the helmet. I sat on the bike and started riding. I had no destination. I let myself go wherever faith takes me. I had no idea about this foreign country. The city was very beautiful and peaceful. It's evening around 8 pm and I can't see any person on the street. The sweet breeze was refreshing my mind. I felt so peaceful away from the crowd. At my homeland I couldn't ride bike easily. There are many paparazzi surrounding my house everyday, reporting my every activities. I like to be famous, having fans who loves me so much, reporters who give you so much attention but sometimes I hate it too. I feel like they are inventing my personal space. If I fight with my friend even jokingly they will make it a big news. If I talk with a girl they will make a story in their head and will declare that girl as my girlfriend and in every press conference they will not forget to ask me about those girl. Sometimes I get frustrated.

But today I'm feeling like "Yes I have a life where I can be myself too. Nobody is bothering about me." The road was straight and nobody was there. I was overwhelmed. I closed my eyes feeling the moment. Suddenly I heard a scream. When I opened my eyes it was too late. A lady was standing covering her face with her hands and I was just a few miters away from hitting her. I press the break but it doesn't help I end up hitting her. She screamed and fall down on the hard ground. I climb down from the bike and went to help her.

"I'm sorry! sorry. Are you hurt?" I apologize and give her my hand. I couldn't see her face as it was covered by her hair.

"Are you blind? Can't you see? If you don't know how to ride bike then why r u riding?" Her voice came.

"I..I'm really sorry. I just.." I stammered.

"I just what? You were just about to kill me." She removed her hair from her face. She lift her lashes and looked at me.

Wow! Mesmerising!

I have never seen this much beautiful eyes ever. Her lenses was dark blue at the verge, then light blue in the middle and a tint of green. Her eyelashes were so long, black and curly. Her big eyes were asking me so many questions and I was too busy to reading them.

She got irritated calling me so many times and finally tried to stand up by herself but she failed miserably.

"Ahhhh...shit." She groan in pain and that made me come to reality. I give her my hand quickly but she slapped it away.

I sit on her level. I hold her hand and lift it. it was bleeding too much. I saw her leg. Her right leg got injured and it was bleeding too. She started crying this time with pain.

"I'm really sorry. Tell me where do you want to go I will drop you. Please don't cry." I was so guilty. It was all my mistake. Why did I closed my eyes? Who closes their eyes while driving? Such a stupid.

"Take me to the Police Station. I want to complain about you." She said stubbornly glaring at me. My eyes widen.

"No please. Don't do this. I'm ready to pay all your damages and hospital bills. Please." I mumble. She ignored it and started searching for something.

"Where is my phone?" She shouted worriedly. I also started searching for it. After couple of minutes I found it under the bike's tire. I hold it with two fingers and bring it in front of her. It was a model of iPhone 6. The screen was shattered and some pieces fall down on the ground.
Her eyes moved from the phone to my face with horror.

"My new phone! Do you have any idea how expensive it is. It was my dream which came true just last night and you killed it. How can you do this horrible act? You... I'm gonna kill you. Ahhhh..." She tried to hold my neck but she didn't do it as her pain came back again.

"Listen let me help you. You need to go to hospital." I declared and lift her in my arm. I placed her on the bike and then I sat down. I told her to hold me tightly. I started the bike.

We went to the hospital. I carried her inside then called those nurse to help her. They took her to the doctor and I waited for her there, sitting on a sofa. After about an hour she came out on a wheel chair. She told me
that the wounds were not very serious. She didn't got any internal wounds, so the doctor let her go after bandage her wounds  and writing some medicines. Doctor told her for two day bed rest. I told her to wait for me. I paid the bills and went to buy medicines then I come back to her. After handing her those medicines I placed a hand on her back and another hand under her knees. Then I lift her and carry her to the bike. I placed her in front and I sit on the back. I told her to hold me tightly. Then I ask her to show me the directions to her house so I can drop her to her home.