I Got Your Help

Jiya was about to go change her clothes but she was distracted by a muffed tune 

"Huh? Could it be my phone?" She asked herself, rubbing her head 

The sound was coming from downstairs 

Jiya was Skipping some steps, so as so reach down there quickly

And pacing herself up, she sprinted through the hallway. Her purse was lying on the couch filled with clothes...

Jiya grabbed the purse as it came up to her sight, But

The tune ended as soon as She picked it up...

"Is is Ranvir? Or Papa?" She knew It could be one from these two only at that hour Only.

She opened the zipper and pulled out her phone

"What?" She checked the display with a little pout on her lips "I was not expecting him..." She murmured and opened the lock

"He must have something important to say..."  Then she clicked on his call log and dial his number back

After a few rings later he picked up the call "Hell-" "Can't you pick up my call at least?!" He shouted from the other end "Whoa Whoa calm down mister, I was busy" Jiya said dramatically and placed her other hand on her waist Being done with him 

He cleared his throat and asked "Okay but did you find any clue?" Jiya sighed "Nah Pawan but I thin-" "Your THOUGHT DOESN'T MATTER!" He screamed out of anger "NOW WHAT DO I DO?!" He sighed

Jiya's hands started shaking really badly. Her hands dropped down to the floor. She dropped the phone too.

Her knees went weak And she feel to the floor. Her breath fastened...

She was roughly grabbing her hair and pulling them roughly... her chest was moving up and down and her mouth was gasping for air. 

Her phone was ringing. 

Next moment it stopped and started again 

But Jiya's mind was nowhere near it.

Some seconds passed by, Jiya was still on the floor and her condition worsened...

Suddenly The main door barge opened and a figure came in like a breeze.

Jiya didn't move but tilted her head toward the figure. 

Sweat covered all her face while her brows were frowned, with a hand on her chest

She wasn't able to see the face due to the little tear droplets formed in her eyes.

"Jiya-" The voice was deep and worried.

And it was of Pawan. 

He was out of breath, but he didn't cared...

He again leaped some steps and then knelt in front of her.

Pawan lifted her face gently by pulling her chin up.

His heart clenched by looking at her helpless face.

Without wasting any more time he wrapped his hands around her "Aww did I scare you? Hmm... Calm down now. Breath. C'mon Breath, Inhale... Exhale..." His voice was really shaky and showed deep dread.

Jiya on the other hand was shaking even badly in his arms. "Breath in... Breath out... C'mon Breath in... breath out" He was trying to comfort her, and she was trying her best to follow his instructions. 

Her eye were filled with tears and nose all red. She was feeling safe in his warm embrace...

"Yeah... Okay Now repeat breath in..." He was happy to see that Jiya is trying to follow him.

After some repetitions Jiya was breathing normally. 

After Pawan made was sure that she was alright and all good, He got up from there and went to the kitchen.

Filled a glass of water and again went back to her.

Placing the glass on The table and went to the tiny helpless figure sitting on the floor. 

His eyes, again softened... He knelt down to reach her level, to see small tear droplets filling her eyes and cheeks painted red.

He gently raised his hand and she flinched... really, really badly

"It's okay Jiya... Let's have some water? Hmm" He said politely and kept cool.

Jiya was having hiccups 

Pawan quietly rested his hand on her head and softly patted it. "Let's get up? yeah?" He again asked her nodding his head.

Jiya nodded a little and moved her hand to the floor to get support.

She pushed against the floor but her wetted hands by tears, her hand slipped on the white marbled floor

There was nothing in her empty eyes, nothing, but Pawan...

If was as if his life just end infront of his eyes

His eyes widened, mouth flung open, his heartbeat raised and his arms automatically came up in the front where jiya was about to fell

"JIYA CAREFUL" and he leaped some distance which was in between them.

His big muscular arms were successful to hold Jiya from hitting her face on he floor

"Hey, wait I'll get you up" His voice was calm unlike his mind and heart.

Jiya simply nodded and let herself be in his arms.

While, He effortlessly lifted her frame from the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind

"Jiya let's go to your room first" He said and directed his steps towards the staircase

As he lifted his his feet to clime the first step, something to his ind and he stopped

"Jiya, If it hurts, tell me" He said and moved his hand to her waist from her shoulder.

Jiya, who was facing down, opened her eyes when she felt something cold touch her waist

"Mmhhh" Suddenly she whimped and completely gave up on any strength she had in her body

"Aww" His lips folded into a small smile and he started climbing

After some time they were infront of Jiya's room.

The gate was wide open and it revealed all the mess gathering up inside.

"Am I that heavy?" She let out a sigh and lifted her head to face him and listening to his breath

"Your are not, First and second, please don't ask that question again...can you don't?" He was talking to her in the softest voice.

Jiya lowered her head and nodded a little.

Then she turned her head to her waist, to see large hand of Pawan gripping her.

Her waist seemed so small in his hands...

"Jiya change your clothes I'll get you water" He directed and again led his steps inside.

Then He gently placed her little frame on the bed.

"Where are your clothes" He asked roaming his eyes around her room

"Pick some from the closet" She said weakly and he nodded

Jiya was facing her lap with closed eyes, while he was ruffling around her closet

After some time he came back after picking some clothes

"Here I only found these" Silently handling over some messed up clothes

"Shorts and a shirt" And he turned around

"only Pajama" " Huh?" " I'll only wear a Pajama"

She again lowered her head and a little pout formed on her lips

" Okay ... "

He handed over the shirt and went back to her closet

And came back to her and handed over the only pj he found

"Can you remove this?" Jiya asked while pointing at her dress(kurta)

"Really? Hmm Okay" Pawan agreed...

*TO BE COUNTINUED*