Prince Charming (MJHT) - Part 3: Pg 2

 
"Samrat" Benjie yelled in a panicked state. "Hurry up. You've only a minute to go, and we are down to the last lap."

Samrat turned around, and shot Benjie a grin increasing his speed. He didn't realize two things with his head turned around. One, Mayank was so far ahead, that he was no longer in sight. And, two, a car was approaching towards him, speeding down from the opposite side. By the time he turned his head back around, the car was merely a few feet ahead of him. He could have controlled the bike, had it not almost knocked off the road and screeched, as it skidded down the road. Adrelanine pumped high, and he felt the mark the road left burn on his right hand. He rubbed it absently, as he watched the car's headlights on him. He tried to control the bike, but it was too late. The lights blinded his eyes, and he couldn't make out the driver, nor attempt to control the bike.

He was going to crash head on with the car.

Police sirens were ringing in the distance. And from the sound of it they were coming close by.

"Chal, Samrat" Benji yelled. "Samrat!!!!!!"

"Haan...ek second.." He got up, and turned to look down the hill he saw the car a few feet down. There was no sign of the driver.

"Samrat, usko chodd tuu! Chal!!"

He turned to look at Benjie, but in that second, as he looked at his friend, he knew he couldn't leave the driver. He couldn't. He just couldn't. He'd done worse things in the past, broken hearts, dumped girls, and even gotten into wrong things, but with this... he just couldn't leave the person.

He shook his head, and he caught Benjie helpless, worried look before he was gone. He wondered about Mayank for a second, and he knew that guy would surely come, if he was aware of this, but he had his doubts on Benjie, and the other guys informing him.

So instead Samrat made his way down the slope towards the car. The police sirens were still ringing, and he realized he no longer cared about them. He made his way down, the car was toppled over, and he caught someone's head down on the wheel, the person was unconscious. She was injured quite badly.

He turned to open the door, but it was locked, so instead he broke the window with a stone, and tried to unlock the door from the inside. Somehow he managed to open the door, but pulling her out proved to be a difficulty, she was stuck inside, and as much as he tried to pull her out she wouldn't come. He left her for a few seconds, since he was exhausted, but he was aware time was running out, if the car went on fire, then...

She screamed loudly when he finally managed to pull her out, and for a second he thought she was conscious, but no she was unconscious. Her face was covered with blood, her glasses were broken, and he caught glass pieces stuck to her eye. It was awful. He pulled her out, and carried her up in his arms. The police sirens could be still heard in the distance. He placed her down on the road, and pulled his bike up. Then, he lifted her, and proceeded to place her in front of him. She kept rolling sideways, and falling, so instead he decided to let her head fall down on his shoulder, and tied her dupatta around his waist and hers hoping that would hold them together.