“I’ll drive you home as soon as we clean up those wounds.” Didn’t Ahana realize there was blood oozing out from the dirt filled scarps? “Sit tight, I’ll be right back.”
“Wait, you don’t have to—” Ahana began, but Vikram ignored her. Vikram went to rummage through his bathroom cabinet, finding everything he needed: dressings, tape, antibiotic ointment. When Vikram returned, he discovered she’d made her way into the kitchen.
“I don’t want to bleed on your carpet,” Ahana said with a hint of defensiveness. “And I washed the scrapes on my hands with soap and water.” Vikram set the supplies on the table and then went over to fill up a bowl with soapy water. Vikram brought it over and knelt beside her. “This might hurt,” Vikram warned as he took a soft washcloth and began cleaning her knees.
The scarps weren’t too bad, and Ahna didn’t say a word as Vikram cleaned them up. “What’s the matter?” Vikram asked when he finished putting fresh dressings in place. “Did you think a measly doctor wouldn’t know how to dress a wound?”
“No, you did a fine job,” Ahana said in a low voice. Ahana avoided his gaze. “Thanks so much. It’s a good thing I’m off work for the next two days. A bit of rest and I’ll be as good as new.”
“You might want to see your doctor. He’ll write you an excuse to stay off work longer if needed.”
“I’ll be fine,” Ahana repeated. “I’m sure you want to get back to your run, so if you could just drive me home, I’ll get out of your hair.”
Ahana was acting a bit strange, and he thought she might be having more pain than she’d let on. Vikram loosened her running shoe. “First, let’s wrap up this ankle.” The swelling hadn’t gotten too much worse, which was a good sign since she’d been walking on it for the past twenty minutes. Maybe there wasn’t any ligament damage. “Better?” Vikram asked when she’d finished wrapping it snuggly.
“Much.” Her voice sounded strained. “Thanks. Again.”
Vikram stared at her for a moment, trying to gauge her mood. Vikram rose to his feet and crossed over to the fridge. Vikram pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to her. After taking a swig of his own water, he took a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer. “Here, use this as an ice pack,” Vikram said, draping the bag over her ankle.
Ahana let out an unexpected chuckle. “Too funny. I have a bag of frozen peas that I use as an ice pack, too.” Vikram couldn’t help but return her smile. “I bet every runner has a bag of peas in their freezer.”
“Maybe,” Ahana agreed. She took a long drink of water before recapping the bottle. “So, is there anything else you think you need to fix, Dr. Sharma? Or should we get going?”
Vikram had the insane urge to offer to make her dinner but stopped himself just in time. “I’ll drive you home. Here, lean on me. My car is in the garage.”
“No problem.” Ahana held on to the peas and the water bottle with one hand and held him around the waist with the other. It was a short distance, but Vikram found he missed her touch once Ahana was safely tucked into the passenger seat.
Ahna kept glancing out her window on the ride home, and Vikram got the sense she was avoiding him for some reason. After about ten minutes, Vikram pulled up to her apartment complex.
Vikram insisted on helping her up to her apartment despite her protests that she’d be fine. “Do you need anything else?” Vikram asked after Ahana unlocked the door.
“Nope, but thanks again. See you later,” Ahana barely got out before she shut the door firmly between them.
Vikram stared at the closed door for several long seconds before turning to make his way back outside to his car. The thought that she’d been so anxious to get rid of him didn’t sit well.
And much like the way Ahana interrupted his run—granted, through no fault of her own—she annoyingly infiltrated his thoughts for the remainder of the day.
Ahana take her make call to Vikram. Vikram was still standing at his car parked in parking of Apartment. Vikram seeing the call runs towards her apartment room. Vikram knock the door and Ahana opens the door with hurry. Ahana asked him to get in and Vikram asked where her mother is? Ahana says with shy feeling, “She has gone to her friend’s house for some days, but I want a help from you so I called you back!”
Vikram get smile on his face says, “Sure, what type of help you want please tell?” Vikram was standing in front of Ahana. Ahana turns back and says, “I want…I want please come to my room and what suitcase and it is keep up on cupboard please can just help me to take out from up. It’s high.”
Vikram goes her room and he was holding Ahana in his arms then make her sit on bed. Vikram take chair and stand on it and take of the suitcase from up of cupboard. Vikram slowly come down of chair and place suitcase on table.
Ahana suddenly screams, “Ouch…ah…it’s paining.” Vikram runs towards her and see her ankle and Ahana laughs and says, “Its fine no need to get serious. I was just joking but do you want to say something.”
Vikram get annoyed and Ahana hold his hand drag towards him. But they both fall on bed, Ahana gently rubbing fingers on his face and says, “Vikram, really you don’t feel anything for me?” Ahana slowly unbutton the shirt of Vikram. Vikram was lost in her eyes and her innocent face. Vikram slowly pinch on her stomach as Ahana changed her clothes and where a short crop top and short panty. Vikram closes his eyes, Ahana kiss him near his lips.
