I tensed as the footsteps grew nearer, my  adrenaline pumping despite the pain.I  was wary of the figure's intentions,my  muscles coiled, ready to defend himself if necessary. I  watched the girl approach, her long, dark hair flowing behind her in the dim light. She moved with a grace that was almost predatory, her gaze fixed on me . But why ?. Despite the distance between us ,I  could sense the intensity in her eyes - a mix of curiosity and concern that I  couldn't quite decipher. I  clenched my  jaw, steeling myself for whatever was to come next.

The girl had come closer now, and I  could see her face more clearly in the pale light cast by the moon. Her eyes were soothing , she had shiny black hairs flowing freely , her lips were pink as lotuses, and her expression was filled with concern. She crouched down next to him, and as she spoke, her voice was low and soft.

"Are you okay? You look hurt," she said, her eyes roaming over my  wounded body. I  cursed silently, realizing that she had seen my  injury and was now asking the same question I  have been asking himself.

I looked up at her with a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "What do you think? I'm in a dark alley in the middle of the night with a bullet wound in my stomach. I'm as okay as one can be in this situation."

The girl's eyes widened, surprised by my bitter response. "Oh, I see. You're not one for politeness, are you?" she said, her tone not  as sharp as mine.

"Politeness is the last thing on my mind right now," I retorted with a grimace. "In case you can't tell, I have a bit of a bigger issue to deal with. But it seems like you're just here to ask obvious questions."

The girl's eyebrows furrowed in irritation. "Well, excuse me for trying to be helpful. You looked like you needed it, but I guess you'd rather bleed out in here alone."

I grunted in pain as a sharp jolt of pain shot through my stomach. "Trust me, I would prefer that over having to deal with you and your 'help.'"

"You are coming to my house & I will get you treated" . The girl said

I raised an eyebrow at her demand, surprised by her assertiveness. "And why should I go with you, exactly? I don't even know who you are."

The girl shifted on her feet, her expression growing determined. "Because you need help, and I'm offering it. I can't just leave you here to bleed to death."

My expression hardened as he heard her words. "You really think I'm going to go with a complete stranger? Do you even know who I am?"

The girl's expression faltered slightly, but her resolve remained strong. "No, I don't. But does it matter? You're hurt, and I can help you."

I let out a bitter laugh. "Of course it matters. I can't just go with someone I don't know. For all I know, you could be a killer or a kidnapper."

The girl's eyes widened, her expression filled with disbelief. "A killer or a kidnapper? Look at you - you can barely stand on your own two feet. And I'm just trying to help!"

My expression hardened further. "And why should I trust you? You just happened to stumble upon me in the middle of the night in a dark alley. It's a little suspicious, don't you think?"

"I am a doctor for hell sake " said the girl .

My expression softened slightly, but he tried to remain guarded. "A doctor, huh? And how do I know you're telling the truth?"

The girl let out a frustrated sigh. "Do I look like I'm lying to you? If I wanted to hurt you, I could have left you here already."

I looked her over, analyzing her face.I had to admit, she didn't look like she was trying to cause any harm. In fact, her expression was filled with genuine concern for my well-being.but why ?

" Please come with me " the girl pleaded

I let out a reluctant sigh. I knew I didn't have much choice. My body was weakening, and if I didn't get help soon,I will be in serious trouble. And my phone is dead to .

"Fine,"I  Said. Coldly . "I'll go with you, but I'm not happy about it. And I still don't trust you, so don't try anything funny."

End of kartik's POV ..

The girl reached out to help him to his feet, her hand gripping his arm lightly. Kartik winced in pain, his injured body protesting at every movement.

"Easy now," the girl said gently, her voice soothing. "Take it slow. You're injured."The girl carefully guided Kartik through the labyrinth of narrow alleys, her hand on his arm to support him. Despite his reluctance, Kartik found himself grateful for her help. He could feel his body growing weaker with each step, and he knew he would have never made it to her house on his own.

The girl led him through a quiet residential area until they came to a small, neat house. She opened the door and ushered Kartik inside. The girl gently led Kartik to the couch and helped him sit down. The soft cushions felt welcoming against his weary body, and he let out a weary sigh as he sank into them.

"You should rest here for a while," the girl said, her gaze flicking over his wounded body. She went inside & came back with medical kit . & said "open your shirt".

Kartik's hand instinctively went to the buttons of his shirt, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What are you going to do?" he asked gruffly.

"I'm going to treat your wound," the girl responded, her tone firm. "You're in no condition to protest. Just let me take care of it, okay?"

Kartik let out a grumble but reluctantly unbuttoned his shirt. The air was cool on his bare skin, and he could feel the girl's gaze on his wounded stomach.

The girl's eyes widened slightly as she caught a glimpse of Kartik's toned and muscular torso, but she quickly shook her head in an attempt to compose herself. She was a doctor, after all, and she had to focus on treating his wound, not admire his physique.

She tried to keep her expression neutral as she reached for the medical kit, her hands trembling slightly. She took a deep breath to steady herself and began to clean the area around the wound carefully. The alcohol stung, but Kartik gritted his teeth and remained still, his eyes fixed on her face.

He watched as the girl diligently worked, her slender fingers moving with grace and precision as she cleaned the wound. There was something about her touch that sent a strange sensation through his body, like electricity coursing through his veins.

Despite his best efforts to concentrate on the pain he was in, he couldn't help but notice the delicate curve of her lips, the way her soft hair framed her face, the deep pools of her eyes. He found himself staring at her, his gaze tracing the delicate features of her face. Her eyes were focused on the wound, her brow furrowed in concentration, but he could still see the flecks of amber in her gaze, like tiny sparks of fire.

He could feel his mind wandering, straying from the pain in his side and instead fixating on the way her hands moved, the way her skin felt against his. This was supposed to be a simple medical procedure, but suddenly it felt like something much more intimate. He found himself drawn to the way she bit her lower lip as she worked, the way her skin glistened with perspiration. Every move she made was somehow graceful, like a dancer dancing to some unheard music.

He could feel his heart rate increasing, his breath becoming shallow. He told himself it was just the pain, but deep down he knew it was something more. The girl's voice was soft and smooth, her hands still lingering on his skin. The touch of her fingers sent shivers down his spine, but he tried to ignore the sensation.

"Done," she said softly, her gaze flicking up to meet his. "I've finished treating the wound. You should rest now."

"Do you need somthing to eat " she mumbled

Kartik's stomach growled at the mention of food, and he realized how hungry he was. He hadn't eaten anything since the morning, and now the adrenaline from the fight was wearing off, leaving him weak and sluggish.

"Yeah," he grunted gruffly. "I could use something to eat."

The girl nodded and stood up, her movements light and graceful. "I'll go check the kitchen," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe my friend made something edible in there."

She walked out of the room, her footsteps barely making a sound. Kartik was left alone, his mind still replaying the brief moment they had shared. He tried to push the thoughts away, but he couldn't deny the feelings that had stirred within him. He didn't understand what was happening, but there was something about this girl that was captivating him.
The girl returned a few minutes later with a bowl of steaming hot curry & roti. The smell was delicious, and it made Kartik's stomach grumble a Little.

She handed him the bowl & plate with a small smile, her hand brushing against his fingers briefly. "Here, it's hot," she said, her voice gentle. "Eat up."

Kartik winced as he picked up the spoon, his injured stomach protesting at even the slightest movement.he broke a mossel & tried to eat but couldn't

The girl noticed his difficulty and frowned, her concern written all over her face. "You're in no condition to eat by yourself," she said, moving closer to him. "Here, let me help."

Before he could protest, she took the plate from his hand and scooped up a spoonful of the steaming curry in roti .She held it up to his mouth, her eyes fixed on his face.

"Come on, you need to eat something," she said softly. "Just open your mouth."

Kartik hesitated, not used to being cared for so intimately. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw nothing but concern and kindness. He let out a small sigh and parted his lips, accepting the food she offered.

She fed him the spoonful of curry, her fingers lingering on his lips. He tried not to think about the intimacy of the moment, focusing instead on the food in his mouth.

But he couldn't help but notice the feeling of her fingertips against his lips, the way her touch sent a strange jolt through his body. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure.

The girl felt her own heart racing as she fed him, her fingers trembling slightly. She didn't know why she was so flustered, she was just trying to help him eat, but something about the way he looked at her, the way his lips felt against her fingers, was doing strange things to her.

After feeding him , she made him lay down at bed. Kartik slumped onto the bed, his body weary and hurting. But despite his pain, he couldn't help but notice how comfortable the bed was. The pillows were soft and fluffy, and the duvet was warm and cozy.

The girl was still standing beside the bed, her expression filled with concern. "You should rest now," she said softly. "Your body needs time to heal."

"I never got you name ". Said the girl

Kartik looked up at her, his gaze meeting hers. "It's Kartik Singh Rathore ," he replied coldly . "And you?"

The girl smiled softly , realizing they hadn't formally introduced themselves yet. "It's Alia Mishra ," she said, her voice soft.

His eyes flickered with recognition. "Alia ," he repeated, her name sounding like a soft caress on his tongue.
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