2. Underrated Drama
1518 Words
Kriti's POV:
"Are you okay?", the girl who was with the man, said and ran towards me.
I already closed my eyes to endure the pain. I feel the girl was helping me to stand.
When I stand up and looked at the direction where was paining. I saw bleeding which was obvious.
"What you did brother? Why you pushed her?", I heard the girl saying her brother.
I looked at him with my tears filled eyes. He was looking at my injured and when I looked at him, his eyes landed on my eyes.
There was not any more anger in his eyes rather it becomes soften than before.
"It's bleeding so much. You need to go to the doctor right now. Can I help you?", the girl with a caring tone.
She must be the sister of this arrogant as she was calling him brother. But the thing I can't believe is the difference in behavior of them.
"No, it's not needed. Thanks for asking", I said her in a normal way as she didn't treat me badly.
"Aarohi come. You don't have time to see her underrated drama", the man said the girl with his arrogant voice again.
I really don't understand how much heartless he is. He gives me this much pain, and yet, he wasn't feeling any guilt. My anger was gone by the behavior of the girl, but this bastard intentionally make me furious again.
"What do you think? I'm not...........", I stopped by a traffic police.
"What's going on here? Why are you fighting blocking each other way?", the traffic police said observing the situation.
"You Mr. Abhi Malhotra, right", the traffic police said the man with confusion.
"Yeah", the arrogant said in his cold tone.
"What happened, sir? Can I help you somehow?", the traffic policeman said the man making me confused.
"Is he so well known, but I don't know him yet", I thought in my curious mind.
"Yes, please tell this trash to move away from the road with her dumb car. She is wasting my precious time", the man said looking at me and give me a disgusting look. I wondered hearing that now he is calling me trash. I was wishing to slap him right at the moment.
"You jerk, how dare you call me.........", the traffic policeman cut me off in the middle.
"Excuse me. You're creating an unusual scene in the road blocking another way. It's a narrow road, so you must be checked before you are taking a turn", the traffic policeman shouted on me.
"I'm not creating a scene rather this disgusting man creating a scene. He damaged my car. You must be shout on him", I said in my furious tone.
"Enough. When you don't even know how to talk, I'm sure you don't know how to drive well. It's your fault and accept it. If you again try to argue with me, I will place a complaint about you", the traffic policeman again shouted on me, making me shut.
"It will be better you move your car right now", the policeman ordered me.
I realize it is useless to argue with this traffic policeman anymore because he is seeming like this arrogant servant.
I don't tell anymore thing and start going back to my car but that arrogant man stopped me.
"Wait", I heard the voice and turned around. I was wondered and thought maybe he will tell me sorry.
"It's my manager card. Contact her and ask for money to repair your car. I don't carry money with me to pay beggar like you otherwise I'll pay you instantly", he said and take few steps near me and throw the card right in front of me.
I'm not wrong when I was telling him a bastard rather he is more than that. He hurt me and now he is insulting me showing his money.
I instantly take steps to slap him ignoring the pain on my knee, but I failed.
When I almost near him, I lost the balance of my leg because of the injury. I thought I must befall on the road again but I'm not.
I realize I hold the collar of his blazer to support me. But I don't fall not because I hold his collar rather the man caught me rounding his arm around my waist before I fall down. The one thing that blows my mind is his cologne smell.
I must appreciate this moment if the situation was not like this, and he didn't become my enemy.
I managed to stand properly and pushed him from near me. He was strong enough, so he didn't fall like me.
"How dare you touch me?", I shouted on him although if he didn't touch me I must have fallen down.
"Ungrateful", he said, rolling his eyes on me.
"Please brother, don't create any more drama. Let's go", his sister was requesting him.
I was also done with him and wanted to get rid of him as soon as I can.
"You know what, I don't want your f*****g money. It would be better if you go to a psychiatrist and spend your money on your treatment", I said to him and I can say by his face he wasn't expecting to hear this.
I went to my car before he can say any more bullshit. I take another road to go to my office rather than moving my car and wait for him to drive away his car before me.
I don't know what to think. My whole mood is spoiled now. I checked my watch and find out I literally waste my 25 minutes on this useless. I never thought someone can be so cheap and jerk. And I become more angry thinking about the traffic police who were supporting him without any hesitation.
After crossing some way, when I come highway, I stopped my in aside.
My knee was paining badly, so I wanted to check it. I saw bruises there and blood.
I took out my water bottle so that I can clean the blood by water.
It was aching when I was cleaning the blood. I was cursing the bastard who did this to me.
When I find now, it was okay, I again started driving my car.
I thought to give my car to repair now, but change my mind thinking that it will be better if I do that on the way returning home.
I reached my office and parked my car.
This time I was walking quite better than before. I went to my office floor and take my seat in my desk.
"Why you so late today?", Syra asked me who is my colleague as well as a friend.
"Traffic", I lied because I don't want to discuss that kind of nightmare thing with her again.
I was trying to keep me busy with my work, but today incident wasn't removed from my head. I was feeling like I lost to that arrogant bastard. I think I will feel better if I could slap him.
My whole day pass with frustration and sadness.
When I was leaving the office with Syra, I asked her if she can drive me to my home as I was giving my car to repair. Syra agreed happily to give me a ride.
"Oh God! Did face any accident or something?", Syra asked after seeing my car.
"No.....I.....crashed it.....with.... an iron pillar", I lied again. I don't want that Syra know actually what happened Because, in that case, I was lost. And it's my habit I can't accept this type of thing.
"You must be more careful next time otherwise you can face a big accident", Syra said, and I nodded.
I give my car to repair and Syra was driving me to my house.
"Why you so silent today? You don't talk that much in office and also, you're silent right now. Anything wrong?", Syra asked, and I was expecting this question because I'm always talkative with her.
I didn't talk with her too much today as my mood was not good and I never felt this much sad before.
I don't know what to tell her now, but I again decided to tell a lie although it was kinda truth also.
"Tensed about how to improve as a journalist", I replied with a sigh.
Syra stopped her car suddenly making me confused.
"What happened?", I asked her to be curious.
"I want to tell you something Kriti about your work. I know you want to be the best journalist but if you be always tensed and frustrated, you never can achieve what are you dreaming. You have to be in free mind to be a creative thinker", Syra advised me. I didn't think she would take so seriously, what I told her in reply.
"And besides you have to Jain courage and boldness for the news You're writing", Syra said and it catches my attention.
"And why you say that? I have enough courage even I don't fear to anyone", I said her.
"It's not what I mean. You have to be fearless to collect and write news. I mean try to do something which is unique and no one did it before", Syra said and her words were seeming very important to me.
I'm feeling that Syra change my way of thinking which was nice.
Syra drives me at home and we forbid each other.
My mind was now occupied by Syra's fruitful idea which no one gave me until now.
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