Mallika Singh, a 22 years old, is an ambitious dancer. She is combination of beauty and brain or someone who should be called as "Perfectionist". She is a positive girl with curious mindset. She is quite sarcastic and philosophical if she wants to...
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After we parted away from each other, I leaded him to the couch holding his shoulder. I made him to sit on the couch. I observed him cautiously. He had a very neutral expression on his face. He was no more crying. I could sense that he was too hurt to let out a reaction. He was only staring at nowhere exactly. I studied his hand which was bleeding and some pieces of glass were stuck in his hand. I slowly took his hand in mine. He didn't react anything. I carefully pulled out the pieces. I myself hissed at the contact seeing the very poor condition of his hand. One thing I couldn't help to mention that he even didn't let out any sound while I pulled those pieces from his hand, except for closing his eyes. I just wondered how much he patience he had with everything. He had basically gone through nothing but hell. I hated to say in this way but he indeed had got a pathetic life. Even I knew that he had still not said the entire truth.
I could say that there was something more to this story which he didn't tell me. Something that had a deep connection with me. He once told me that someone close to me had done something to him and that was why he had kidnapped me. But I didn't want to pressurize him now for revealing everything now. He should speak whenever he would like. I would not want to force him but I desperately needed answers.Nevertheless, I could somehow guess that whatever he was going to say was not really going to go well with me.
"Sumedh, where is the first aid box?" I asked gaining his attention to which he flickered his eyes to me.
"You can possibly find it in any bedroom." I shook my head at his reply and I silently went to look for it.
After I found the first aid box, I came back in the living room to find Sumedh still sitting on the couch in same position. I sighed and chose not to speak anything. I went and settled beside him. Taking his hand in mine, I firstly applied pressure over his wound using a piece of cloth. After the bleeding stopped, I cleaned the wound with cotton. Then I put an antiseptic liquid to prevent infection and later applied a lotion on his wound. Finally I covered the wound with a bandage for protection. After making sure his first-aid was completed, I kept the things in the box and kept the box on the center table placed just infront of the couch.
I was not sure about what to do. I kept staring at him while he remained silent. He had a blank expression ,no tint of sadness or anything. It was all a facade for all the people but I knew him so well to understand how much hurt he was now. He was not someone who would easily express his emotions. It took me a lot of attempts to go closer on the path of his heart that held lot of hidden and painful events and sorrows.
