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Chapter 6

A Passion for Action

As I limped through the woods, I felt Kishan's presence behind me, but from a distance, as if not to disturb me. Huh, what a gentleman. I thought sarcastically.

Suddenly, a group of heavily tattooed people, three men and one woman, burst out of the forest.

My instinct was to turn and run. They looked like the man who'd helped Lokesh torture me and Ren back in his whack torture house. I'd bet they'd come to bring us back.

But, two of them were supporting the stretcher, while the the woman was trying to persuade me to get on the stretcher.

I could tell by her movements, but also by some of her words.

The part that scared me was that she was talking in a different language.

It was probably just context from her gestures. She kept gesturing at my twisted ankle, which must have swollen for anyone to notice, and then back at the stretcher.

She also kept putting her hands together in front of her chest, like she was pleading, or praying.

I was seriously tired of walking, and I didn't think that would be able to walk to the stretcher without my ankle bursting like a water balloon.

I decided to be a little dramatic, and see if the man who was also trying to persuade me would come pick me up and carry me to the stretcher.

I nodded, and plastered a pained expression on my face, then I took a step with my bad ankle so I could fall believably, and I held my ankle, looking down with my eyes shut tight.

I heard some shuffling from in front of me, and I thought my plan had worked, when I heard Kishan say behind me, "Maiṁ usē lē jā sakatēhaiṁ."

My plan shattered with a huge crack, and I realized Kishan was probably going to try to carry me.

I looked up over my shoulder at Kishan. "Nahīṁ, vāstava mēṁ, yaha ṭhīka hai. Vē mujhē sṭrēcara para lē jā sakatē haiṁ. If you touch me I'll scream. They'll think you're hurting me."

"Don't be naive," Kishan said hoarsely. "I'm not in the mood for you right now."

"Fine, I'll be quiet, but not because you asked me too, but because I'm tired from yelling at you all day." I replied stubbornly.

He lifted me up, holding me in his arms, with one arm under my knees, and the other arm supporting my back.

"And I'll try not to drop you, although my arms are tired from the stress of you yelling at me," he winked, and I realized what I was up against. Two cunning men with an knack for action and passion, all rolled up in one.

I seriously hope Kelsey isn't mad at me for this.

"Wait," Kishan stopped mid stride. "What?" I asked, annoyed.

"Did you just speak, Hindi? I thought you were American," Kishan asked, shocked.

"I didn't speak Hindi, and I am American. What were you hearing?"

"I just realized that when I said, 'I can take you,' you responded in Hindi, so the people would understand, then switched to English to tell me your crazy plan."

"I never talked in Hindi!" I said, frustrated. "I don't even know Hindi!"

"Doesn't seem like it to me," Kishan scoffed.

"Just drop it, okay? We can pick it back up later, after I'm over you hurting my friend."

"And when will that be?" Kishan asked, continuing to walk again.

"I'm not sure. I'm very good at holding grudges," I whispered and smiled, while Kishan sighed.

Yup, I thought was we walked. I really am in danger here. And so is Kelsey.

Ah, the world of romance is bitter-sweet, isn't it? :). Well, review! I hope you all enjoyed this! My next chapter is so long it's killing me to finish it, with all th other junk I have to do.

This little translation is for you guys. Maiṁ usē lē jā sakatēhaiṁ: I can take her

Nahīṁ, vāstava mēṁ, yaha ṭhīka hai. Vē mujhē sṭrēcara para lē jā sakatē haiṁ: No, that's okay. The nice people can take me on the stretcher.