chapter 8
.....The savior.....
Few moments back..
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Tarika stepped into the darkness, her fingers roaming over the wall in order to find the switchboard. She cursed herself for leaving her mobile phone in the car, otherwise she could have used the flashlight in it.
The sound of her acute heels reverberated in the whole room.
She could hear her own slow and steady breaths.
'Where's the damn switchboard..? '
She muttered and at the next moment, her left palm touched the outline of switchboard.
'Oh! Thank god, mil gaya.'
Tarika pressed her forefinger on the switch... And….She couldn't figure out what happened afterward.
Her soft fingertip got burnt and she felt a tingling sensation followed by numbness. Her limbs lost all the strength and gradually weakness overpowered her. But in a quick reflex, she gained her all strength and somehow pulled herself backward, which resulted in losing her balance. Her body landed on the floor with a thud and she lost her consciousness.
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Abhijeet was appalled to see his teammate lying on the floor, like a lifeless body.
'Dr. Tarika..! '
He dashed towards her and kneeled down beside her, placing the phone and gun on the floor.
She patted her cheeks lightly, calling her.
No response.
His fingers went near her nose and he was shocked to realise that she's not breathing!
'My god! Tarika..'
Abhijeet checked her pulse, holding her wrist.
'Pulse is critically low and she's not breathing.. Kuch karna padega.. Otherwise.. '
He murmured himself while concentrating on his thoughts.
He have to save her.
'Okay, do first aid abhijeet'His mind instructed.
He released her wrist, but her burnt fingertip caught his attention.
He examined it closer and looked around, illuminating the wall with his Mobile's flashlight.
Oh, so that's it.
She got an electric shock.
He deducted what had happened to her, staring at the switchboard.
'CPR.'
His mind reminding him to save her.
'Yeah.. '
he crossed his fingers of left hand with the right ones and slightly bent down towards her in order to press her chest.
But he couldn't do that.
An unknown hesitation..
'Huh! How will I do that, she's a lady after all! no no I can't..''Abhijeet, don't overthink. Just press her chest. You're saving her. Do it, now! '
His mental turmoil ended when he took a deep sigh, in order to relax himself.
His hands went over her chest, which was covered by her white shirt.
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One, two, three
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Four, five, six
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He pressed his firm hands on her chest, right on her cleavage applying constant pressure there with a rhythm, providing fixed intervals.
Abhijeet moved back and keenly observed her to find out whether his action has brought any change on her.
But to his utter disappointment, she remained the same.
'No, no.. Tarika.. Wake up! '
Abhijeet patted her cheeks again and shook her shoulder but all in vain.
He ran his fingers on hair, totally tensed and dismayed..
He stared at her and at the next moment, without any second thought, he brought his face close to hers.
Tilting her head back and pinching her nose with his one hand, he parted his lips wide with his other hand. Taking a normal breath, he sealed his lips to hers and blew air which lasted only one second.
After 3 or 4 rescue breaths, her chest rises and she coughs badly, choking.
Abhijeet's face gleamed with extreme relief and happiness.
Tarika breathed heavily, with her eyes still closed tight.
She was socked in sweat and her beautiful curls were covered with dust.
'Dr. Tarika, you okay?'
A familiar male voice hit her ear.
Tarika slowly opened her eyes and she could only watch a blurred figure in front of her.
Meanwhile Abhijeet helped her to sit up, supporting her shoulders.
She shook her head slightly, holding it with one hand while composing herself.
Her throat was all dried, longing for a drop of water and her head started aching like hell.
'Tarika..?'
His concerned voice brought her attention to him, who is kneeling in front of her.
'Huhh..?'
Her eyes rested on him who was gazing her with a small smile.
'You okay now? '
He repeated his question deeply looking into her eyes.
'I.. I'm okay.. Abhijeet. '
She assured him with a feeble smile.
'Actually, I was trying to switch on the light, but when I touched the switch board, I got electric shock.'
'And what happened after.. I can't remember.. '
- Her tired voice explained.
'Thank god, you're okay now. I was hell shocked when I found you lying here, and..you were not breathing!'He exclaimed.
Tarika was watching him, listening to his narration with a perplexed look.
After hearing that he had saved her from the face of death, an unknown feeling aroused in her.
Is it just a thankfulness for saving her..?Or anything else?
She don't know..
He helped her to stand properly.
'Abhijeet..aapne meri jaan bachaya.. I... I don't know how to thank you.'
Hearing her words, the left side of his faint red lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god like face.
Oh! That smile..
Tarika's eyes sticked on his lips, catching the glazing red hue on them.
Is that my lipstick?
She already know that how her lipstick reached her lips as he had explained everything.
'Ahm.. Abhijeet.. There's my.. lipstick on your.. lips'
She somehow completed the sentence with great hesitation.
'Huh? Lipstick! '
He felt so embarrassed and instantly rubbed his lips with his palm.
A shy smile appeared on her face, watching him like that.
Oh, he is so cute..
'Abhijeet..?'
The voice made both of them to turn back.
A/N : First of all, if there are any mistakes in this chap, kindly forgive me..
evil.Teen, HIDEnSEEK06, kanizrini907, Samanwita CID, ABHIRIKA JAI,kichu..
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