The Wilted Rose: Chapter 6

Writer's Comments

Well, I love writing this story. I hope you like reading it as well. This story started with a title. When I had thought of the title, I thought this will be a short story which will finish in 4 parts. I didn't even have a plot at that time. All, I knew was that it was sad story.

Then I wrote the first chapter. Now we are at the sixth. This is a short story and will always be one. However, it was this one story that I had wrote spontaneously, which I will always remember. Right - now we are off to chapter 6. Readers if you spot any mistakes, please email me or PM me. I have proof read it. However, a writer can miss things out. I am not a genius.

Love,

Mishty

Chapter 6

Khushi saw the door close. Her mind was at rest now. At least, Arnav would get some rest now. An hour later, she heard a knock on the door. She called the person in. The person was accompanied by the Police Officer.

“Hi, I am Aisha, I work for ETF. I am the sketching artist. I was sent here to make some sketches of the killers,” said Aisha. Khushi remembered Rathod mentioning Sketches.

“Oh yes, please come in!” said Khushi politely. The Police officer then soon left them. Khushi explained to Aisha what the six men looked like vaguely. However all the information was still enough to make decent sketches. It took them 2 hours, to make the correct sketches.

“Okay, Khushi. I will pass them on to the team! Thank you for your co-operation!” said Aisha kindly and soon left. Khushi then lied back down and sighed in relief. She was thankful how everyone was supporting her. Strangers who she didn't know.

Maybe sometimes Strangers are more trustworthy then the ones who know.

Arnav was at home. He had just finished his shower, and some food. He stretched his hands in the air.

She was right. He was tired.

A shower was just what he needed. Now he was sitting reading the newspaper.

At the back of his mind, he still thought that it was not safe to leave Khushi alone in the hospital. Her life was still in danger. His heart was telling him to go back. He knew that there was a police officer but still.

No, she would probably be fine, he thought. He began reading the newspaper again, when her face flashed in front of him again. He could feel her calling out to him again and again. Like she was when he first saved her. He sighed. He knew that he couldn’t concentrate now, so he left with the car keys, and drove to the hospital. He tried to convince his mind that nothing would have happened, and that she was still safe. She was probably still sleeping, like he had left her.

Thousands of thoughts whizzed through his mind in a second. As the thoughts came, the speed of his car increased, trying to reach there as soon as possible. He quickly parked his car and strode through the hospital, running through the corridors.

He was there at last. He noticed that the police officer was not outside. He turned the knob and the sight that greeted him, sent him into shock. A tall masked man was standing with an injection in his hand, with Khushi’s wrist in the other hand. He saw Khushi’s eyes closed, her body trembling from fear. He was about to plunge the injection in her wrist when Arnav strode through, pulling him away. He took the injection out of his hand, and threw it in one corner of the room. The man looked shocked upon his arrival.

Khushi saw Arnav stride in. She was too much in shock to realise anything. She just closed her eyes and prayed that nothing happened. It felt like a dream. One minute she was sleeping, and one minute, there was someone, trying to kill her. After Aisha had left, she wanted to catch up on her sleep. She was feeling okay, but she still felt weak.

However, after speaking to Arnav, her stranger and the ETF team, she found some peace in her heart. There were still some good people out there, who still cared about others. She felt stronger, like she could handle this. She was still grieving about her husband, but she knew that she must move on. It was the only way to lessen the pain.

But she still was adamant on one issue. Rohan will get justice.

She would make sure of that.

So she lay down, and turned on the side, so that she was facing away from the door. A second later, she thought she heard something, but just took it to be her imagination. Soon, she felt a hard grip on her neck. She was being turned around. The grip was strong enough to strangle her. She saw the masked man. She squirmed trying to get away from him. She looked into his eyes.

As soon as she looked into his eyes, she saw regret there. She felt that he didn't want to do this, but was being forced. However those thoughts flew out of her mind, when she saw that he had pulled out the injection. He trapped her small wrists in his large hand, and he was about to plunge the injection, when he was flung away from her. Her eyes opened in shock, and she saw her angel, saving her once more. She now sat up and watched the happenings with silence.

He held the man’s collar and punched him across his jaw; his jaw had started bleeding due to the pressure of his punch. The man was flung across the room, hitting the cabinets in the room. Arnav then kicked him across the stomach, and stepped on his hand really hard. Then he slapped him across his cheek. The man was screaming in agony. Soon he fainted due to the pain but Arnav was still punching him. The hospital room door burst open, and the police officer strode in feeling shocked. He ran to Arnav and pulled him off the masked man.

“Leave him, he will die!” exclaimed the Police officer. It was the wrong move. Arnav’s anger still had not vanished. He stood up and held the collar of the Police man’s uniform.

“Where were you, when all this happened?” asked Arnav.

“Did he pay you as well, so you could disappear while he killed her? Where were you? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE PROTECTING HER DAMMIT!” shouted Arnav.

“I am sorry Sir! I went on a bathroom break!” squeaked the Police Officer.

“I didn't know this was going to happen!” said the Police Officer. Arnav left him, disgusted at his carelessness. He immediately sent a text to Arjun, informing him that he should come to the hospital a.s.a.p. The police officer scrambled outside, guarding the door.

Khushi saw him punch the man. She felt gratitude towards Arnav, but she also wanted to stop him. She felt very weak and suddenly she felt herself falling.

His eyes went to Khushi, when he saw her lose consciousness. He immediately ran and engulfed her in a hug. He felt her squirming. He moved back slightly to see that her cheeks were pale. She opened her eyes. He rubbed them, when he saw color once again returning, he stopped. He rubbed her back, in circular motions.

He knew what just happened was a lot for her to take in. In two days, she just got attacked twice. She has gone through a lot. He hugged her once again. Their heartbeats were slowly merging into one. Arnav realized the impact his actions would have caused, if had not come in time. If he hadn't listened to his heart, the woman sitting in front of him with her hands on his chest, would have been dead.

He tried not to think about all of this, but her scared face, kept coming in front of his eyes. He found Khushi looking up at him. He took her hand in his and locked his gaze with hers.