The eyelids were opened slowly and Akshara could feel that her head was rested in the laps of a man. The itchy feel of various wounds all over the body disturbed the resting eyes and forced them to open, she could see through her half-opened eyes and a blurred image of Karen who was treating the wounds on her legs with some medicines.

A warm hand was combing her hair gently to comfort her; she lifted her head to look who the man is, but her tired body did not cooperate to look at the person as she had a long night of running, leaping, and screaming.

“Get some rest,...