The next moment he was back, the back of my palm was on his forehead, checking on his temperature. I was afraid that he was about to die on me. I was so grateful to him for not losing his will to live. If he had to leave this earth just because I was powerless, I was not sure, I might live in hell instead. The long dangling hair of mine was all damped in sweat and tears. He slowly extended his hands to my face and wiped off some tears and said, "Don't you ever cook for me.".
"Damn you!", I couldn't care less, I wrapped my hands around his torso and cried litres on his military green colored shirt. He patted softly on my head, this happened for a while. I was sure, that damned man who attacked us wouldn't be in our radius for sure. Who would wanna get caught again. But as Ahim said, we might ought to meet his dumb ass soon and deal woth him like a real super hero. We were neither a super hero nor a commenor. I and Prakash were somewhere between the two.
"Glad you are back!"
"You're crazy and I just can't dump you with all responsibilities. At least, yet!", he might have wanted to sound cocky but he really was one to begin with.
Ahim gracefully appeared in front of us and he decided to send us home after all. Even though Prakash was alright, the wounds were still there, he was not yet ready to heal in a fraction of second. That didn't mean that we could get that power. I speculated we could attain that somewhere in future at this rate. Ahim took Prakash's hand, helped his up to his legs and placed his hands yet again on his eyes where Prakash had to close his eyes, I believe the warmth in Ahim's hands were as magical as his presence was. I was standing right beside Prakash with my mouth wide open and my eyes filled with curiosity.
"You might need a night to recover. I shall help you as long as you become healthy.", he turned towards me then and the smile on his face was fake. I could say without a second thought, he was worried to sick about the guy, since we had such a terrible conversation earlier.
"As I mentioned before, Sita. You might encounter that soul again. The world, it is an abode of various things and not everything out there is gonna make lives easier. You have already seen the power it held. You have to be careful and confident, if you ever meet him again.", with a sigh he continued, "I checked out the number of victims, there were numerous and sounds so dangerous. We have to weed out quickly to avoid futher damage to human lives. When I say human lives, I include the two of you. So stay close, do not try to handle everything alone and if anything, I shall instruct you how to finish this business."
I held Prakash's hand and realised how deadly of a situation I put him into and took him home. I was blaming myself for this until then. He, on the other hand, I had no idea what he was thinking. Was he blaming me? Did he wish to run away and never turn back? Would he be okay? Could I love him? I let go of his hands with nothing but guilty. It did not make any sense, I was being selfish in this. Somewhere I was hoping...that he would come to like me… Things were not going good, I regretted kissing, confessing and just pulling him into this damp of shitty moment.
I helped him lay on his bed and turned to leave without saying anything. I heard Swara and Tom outside, I also did not wanna talk to anyone at all. I stood there like a statue and closed my eyes to take a deep breath and let out the exhaustion my mind felt. I was ready to just disappear, that's when I felt his warmth around my wrist, the grip was tight and these little things were driving me to lose my sanity. I silently begged God to erase his memories of me and let him live a calm and peaceful life, just like he had a few months ago.
"Hey!"
He was awake, he asked, "Are you alright?"
I shook my head up and down, trying to hide my bloodshot eyes. He sprang up to sit straight and pulled me towards him, his eyes were in front of mine and close enough to handicap me from hiding the eyes. His breath, unshaved beard under his pale lips and the widening pupil of his eyes. I wondered if he was scheming against me, to not let me move on, to make me keep on falling for him to death. I freed myself from his grip and widened the space between us and cleared my voice to say, "I am... Good.", with the flattest voice I had.
"I know this is absurd and it's not how it sounds…", he pondered a little and I waited for him to say, "Don't go!"