Leg sprain
"Riya's point of view,"
After grabbing my clothing from the trolley bag, I went to the restroom.
My outfit comprised blue jeans and a cherry red blazer. Because I couldn't put a cap on my head in a ponytail, I parted my hair and wore it down.
I left the room wearing brown boots and headed to the restaurant.
When I saw the mountains, I felt at ease, and many others from the office had already arrived at the restaurant.
After placing my meal on the plate, I sat in a chair in the corner.
I despised having useless discussions with strangers. That isn't the case. I'm not conceited, but I despise being embroiled in office gossip.
As he sat in the empty chair in front of me, Ashish remarked, "Wao, someone looks so hot in this freezing weather."
I said timidly, "Shut up, Ashish."
"Riya, when did you first blush?" He inquired, his gaze falling on my pink cheeks.
I said angrily to him, "I don't want to talk to you; just leave."
"Why?" As he glanced at me, he asked, astonished.
You're wondering why I won't talk to you because you left your friend alone for a window seat. My brows were lifted.
Come on, Riya, don't be such a baby; it wasn't just about the window seat; I got to spend so much time alone with Shweta.
Don't you want things to settle down at your friend's place as well? He stated it dramatically.
"I don't want to talk to you, Ashish; now go talk to Shweta," I said as I stood up.
"Please don't be angry with me, Riya; I promise I will never leave you alone again," he tried to persuade a furious me.
With a smile, I replied, "All right, I forgive you."
I'm currently on top of a snow-capped mountain, but the frigid temperatures are causing my body to malfunction.
"Please, Ashish, take my lovely photographs."
I made the request, handing him my phone.
As he answered the phone, Ashish said, "I have a really important call; I've asked someone else to take your picture."
With my phone in his hand, he walked away.
I hissed vehemently.
At the very least, this moron would have handed me my phone.
"How did you get my phone in your hand?" When I met Rachit in search of Ashish, I asked him.
"On the way, he handed me your phone and asked if I could take some of your images because he had some urgent work,"he continued, looking at me.
"It enraged him with me, yet he couldn't look away from my face."
"How can someone look so good with such a simple outfit?"
He couldn't stop himself from praising my appearance.
"Exactly what did you say?" As I glanced at him, it took aback me and queried.
He caressed me on the cheek as a response. It's nothing important, but you're dressed like a red rose today.
When I heard his compliment, I blushed. I thanked him in a hushed tone.
He took my hand in his and led me to the mountain's corner, saying, "Let's go take your photo."
He snapped a lot of photos of me.
"Take your phone, Riya. I'm have something urgentto do."
"I'm leaving from here," he retorted as he handed me the phone and began descending the mountain.
"What's the matter with him?"
"Why does his mood fluctuate like that of a pregnant woman?"
"Ignore his mood swings; what am I supposed to do now?"
I did everything I could to keep my gaze away from Rachit, but I couldn't help but follow him.
I screamed as I ran after him.
"Please make it a little more slowly, I couldn't keep up with you."
He ignored my words, and he continued down the slope at the same speed.
"Rachit, help," I exclaimed angrily.
He returned the stare right away.
I was sitting, holding my leg.
He approached me right away. "What happened?"
"Are you all right?" he asked.
I answered in pain, tears welling up in my eyes, "No, I slid and sprained my leg."
"Let me see," He murmured as he held my leg.
He took off my boots and put his hand on my toes.
I moaned in agony. As he replaced the boot on my foot, he added, "OK, grasp my hand and attempt to get up."
"I haven't been able to walk in a long time." I put one foot on the ground and immediately groaned in pain as I put the second foot down.
As he heard me groaning in pain, he mumbled, "OK, let me take you back to the hotel."
I muttered and shook my head. "I can't walk."
He snatched me up like a bride and began descending the hill.
"Rachit, what are doing?"
"People are looking at us."
As I looked around, I made some observations.
He looked into my eyes and said, "I have no other choice, and I can't see you in difficulty."
"Oh, where did your worry go a while ago?" I said, my gaze fixed on his.
"I am sorry," He said.
His attention fixated on me, "I didn't know you'd be hurt because of me."
"So, what made you so enraged as you walked down the hill?
Why did you leave your seat without informing me in the morning?
You didn't even show up for breakfast at the restaurant?"
As I asked one inquiry after another, my mind raced like a horse.
"Because I was angry with you," he said in response to my questioning.
"But, why?" My eyes widened as I inquired.
"I don't know," he said, trying to evade the subject.
"What exactly do you mean when you say you don't know? Then who would know? "I locked my attention on his face as I enquired vehemently.
As he stared at me, he yelled fiercely, "You shut up or I'll throw you on this ground!"
"I didn't ask you to carry me in your arms; you hoisted me up because you thought you were a hero, but you can't lift my weight and you're exhausted." I hissed.
In response to what I stated, he said nothing.
He was walking down the hill slowly, holding me in his arms.
The people in the area were keeping a close watch on us.
I was in a condition of embarrassment.
"Thank goodness everyone in the office is on top of the hill, and no one has ever seen us like this before."
I added, casting a glance at him.
He kept walking calmly, saying nothing. His silence bothered me.
I was eager to speak with him.
I knew completely that if I mocked him, he could not remain silent, so I began teasing him.
"You can't lift a 55 kg girl at this age." "I'm sorry for you, old man."With a pout, I added.
He roared fiercely, his stare locked on me, "Riya, stop your nonsense, or I'll have to shut your mouth."
"What are you going to do, angry old man?" I raised my brows and asked, my gaze now set on his broad shoulders.
"Nothing," he said slowly in response to my question.
I mocked him yet again.
I joked, "Don't say you don't dare to argue with me."
"Riya, stop up or you won't hold me accountable for what happens next," he continued, a sly grin on his face.
"Barking Dogs Seldom Bite," I said after hearing him."
