She began trying to go faster but the jeep caught Up.
"There you are! You never stayed to see my room!" Varun jumped off of the jeep, gripping her hair and pulling her away from Darshan who fell to the ground with a sickening thump.
She struggled against him, the searing pain of her scalp hindering her thoughts. The other men checked Darshan.
"Thoda Zinda hai" they muttered amongst themselves.
She didn't understand the language and hope it didn't mean he was dead. The shock of that thought jolted her and she managed to pull the small knife that she had shoved in her belt. She pushed it against whatever surface she could and Varun yelped in pain, letting go of her hair as his thigh bled.
She dropped the knife and pulled the gun out from her pocket instead, aiming it at them; her hands trembling.
"Hey, hey..calm down now..." The man looked at Varun," he's hurt...he needs a hospital"
