Mine To Be Called ✓

~~•Ten•~~

"My name is Shah. I am familiar with Urdu because like you, I also belong to Pakistan and I came here for work," he replied briefly and the resolve in his eyes showed for now he wouldn't say anything further.

Andaleeb also didn't press him for more. First, he should get what he wanted so that he would leave her side at the time. It wasn't like she would be coming across him after this one encounter to know his biography.

At the reception, Andaleeb quickly booked another room for overnight. Shah again stood a few steps behind her, his blue eyes again gauging the surroundings. Andaleeb gave it to the fact that he was being wary of again getting caught by his rivals who actually injured him.

Thankfully and to her luck, they found a spare room on the second floor. She helped Shah walk into the room. This room was on the same floor as theirs and only a few rooms apart. Its interior also felt like a copy of the former. By making Shah recline on the bed, she straightened herself and gazed at him.

He groaned as the muscles on his face flexed under the effect of the pain. He showed his true display of hurt after coming into this room. On their whole walk, he didn't for once indicate any such feel. For some reason, Andaleeb couldn't help but admire his resilience.

"You are going to help me with my wound, Andaleeb," he murmured, breathing through his nose.

She nodded. "I know. I ask room services for a first aid kit. Or do you want me to go to the hospital?"

He quickly shook his head. "Not hospital. I can manage it myself. I just need you here."

She froze hearing it and Shah too stared at her. She knew he didn't mean it in some other context but his tone was evident. Pushing away this thought, she went over to the intercom placed on the other side of the bed.

She heard some rustling sound from behind but ignored it as she dialed a number given by the guide of the hospital. As she was done with asking for a first aid kit, she gasped hearing a growl from Shah. She quickly turned around and what she saw made her jaw drop.

Shah was shirtless now. There was so much blood over his left arm and he was taking out the bullet with the help of a knife. The sharp blade was piercing his skin and he was clenching his jaw to stop the effect of pain becoming apparent. Was he shot by someone?

Andaleeb rushed towards him. "What are you doing?"

He pushed a bullet simmered with his blood and debris in front of her eyes. "I had to take it out for proper care of my wound."

"Why making so much mess? It can deteriorate the condition of your wound. We can go to any hospital for the same purpose," she enlightened him.

He glowed. "I am used to it, Andaleeb. I have been taking punches, bullets, and stabs since I was very young. It's an everyday thing for me."

"If it's that usual for you then why blackmailing and manipulating me into taking care of your wound?" She snarled.

"I didn't manipulate you. I asked for your help in my own way because you wouldn't have helped me easily. Searching for a rescue with a wound is very risky no matter how strong you are. I needed myself to be safe so I pulled a little stunt for you to help me. Look, I am posing no danger to you," he explained, truthfully.

"Why do the bad things to even blackmail people with a gun?" She muttered, rolling her eyes.

He looked at his wound. "You don't know me enough, Andaleeb to make a judgment about the cause of this wound is bad or right."

She huffed but right at this moment, the door knocked. She shoots him a last glare before walking over. As expected, a worker of the room service was here, with a box of first aid equipment. She took it with a thanks and closed the door behind her.