“Where will you find the bandages?” Priyank questioned as he followed her, his body bleeding and his feet limping as he walked, making it even more difficult for him to move.
“I am new here too, so it seems like an issue. You sit in the bathtub, and I will come with the first aid box after finding it. That way, the mess will be less, and I will be able to clean off the blood there and bandage you,” Priya replied, her voice trembling with panic.
She felt as if someone had choked her, leaving her unable to breathe, knowing that he was hurt because some people had tried to find her, and he was the one who got attacked.
The weight of the situation bore down on her, thinking it could have been her, and more than that, he was in so much pain because of her.
The cuts and bruises looked deep, even though they were covered in mud and blood. She couldn’t imagine how severe they would be after she cleaned him up.
Even if it wasn’t because of her, and he still got hurt, she would feel the same way. Now, the feeling was just more intense because she was the reason behind his suffering.
“Okay, I will go and sit,” Priyank obediently nodded his head as the floor became dirty with his muddy feet and blood dripping all over.
Somehow, the pain was bearable, knowing that he had at least saved Priya from any harm she might have faced if he hadn’t been able to fight those people.
Though he had always been proud of his Mafia skills, today, he was even more proud because his abilities had saved the day.
He was still thinking about the whistle the woman had blown. Who did she give it as a sign to? By that, he knew it wasn’t going to be safe at all.
Somehow, he had to be prepared for it. Priya had no powers, as she was cursed, and he was human, injured like this. Maya would come tonight, but it would take time. For now, he was the one who had to protect her, no matter what – even if he had to sacrifice his life, he wouldn’t blink twice doing it.
She might not know, but for him, he could fight and put his life on the line when it came to her. He didn’t have to think about it even once – that’s how much his heart beat for her, which she gave no thought to.
Priyank slowly made his way to the bathroom, each step sending a jolt of pain through his battered body. He carefully lowered himself into the bathtub, wincing as the cold porcelain touched his bruised skin. The adrenaline that had kept him going during the fight was starting to wear off, and the full extent of his injuries began to set in.
Meanwhile, Priya frantically searched the unfamiliar house for a first aid kit. Her hands shook as she rummaged through drawers and cabinets, her mind racing with thoughts of Priyank’s condition. Finally, she found the kit tucked away in a hallway closet and hurried back to the bathroom.
As she entered, her heart sank at the sight of Priyank, his clothes torn and stained with blood and dirt. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and knelt beside the tub.
“I’m going to clean your wounds now,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “It might hurt a bit, but I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
Priyank nodded, gritting his teeth as Priya began to carefully remove his tattered clothing. She gasped as she saw the extent of his injuries – deep gashes, huge bruises, and scrapes that covered his body.
With trembling hands, she began to clean the wounds, using a soft cloth and warm water to gently wipe away the blood and grime. Priyank flinched at her touch, but remained still, allowing her to tend to his injuries.
As she worked, Priya’s mind wandered to the events that had led them here. The attackers, and the looming threat that hung over them like a dark cloud. She knew that Priyank had risked his life to protect her, and the guilt weighed heavily on her heart.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears began to stream down her face. “This is all my fault. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be hurt like this.”
Priyank reached out, his hand finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t say that,” he said, his voice strained but firm. “I would do it again in a heartbeat. You’re worth fighting for, Angel. Never forget that.”
Priya’s heart swelled at his words. She didn’t fully understand her feelings, but one thing was certain: she was more than glad. Somehow, the anger she felt toward him-for everything, from the kidnapping to discovering he was her mate-was vanishing.
It wasn’t because she saw him injured and in pain, but because of the way he still cared for her. She wasn’t heartless enough to dismiss that.
“Ouch…”
Priyank winced as Priya applied antiseptic to a particularly deep cut on his arm. She immediately pulled back, concern etched on her face.
“I’m sorry,” she apologised, her voice soft and filled with worry. “I’ll try to be more gentle.”
As she continued to clean and dress his wounds, Priya couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of warmth towards Priyank.
Priyank, sensing her inner turmoil, reached out and gently cupped her cheek with his uninjured hand. “Hey,” he said softly, his eyes locking with hers. “I know things haven’t been easy between us, but I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”
Priya leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment. When she opened them again, they were shining with unshed tears. “Thanks,” she whispered.
“You don’t have to cry, Angel. I’m totally fine. These wounds aren’t going to kill me. I’ve had worse,” Priyank tried to cheer her up. Throughout his life, he had suffered many wounds and shed a lot of his own blood.
The Mafia world was far from sunshine and roses, but this was the worst he had ever endured. However, he couldn’t tell Priya that, especially seeing the guilt in her eyes, as if she were the one in pain.