Chapter 102 - 101

When she came out of her thoughts, Shreya was sitting there on her office couch with her hands stretched on either side of her and her legs popped up on the table in the front.

The injury on her arm had bled on to the couch giving the white leather a taste of red. But the bleeding had stopped now and the blood had dried up. So she did not bother with it. She just took her phone and called herself a ride. She was not sure she could ride the bike in this state.

When she reached the lobby, there was a car waiting for her and a man was standing beside it respectfully.

"Hey, Vicky…" She greeted the driver and got behind. All her drivers were well trained. They were actually bodyguards in the disguise of sorts.

Vicky was alarmed seeing her bloodied hands but was too afraid to voice his concerns.

She leaned behind her seats and closed her eyes.

"Where to Shreya..??" Vicky asked politely.

"Home…" She said with her eyes still closed. Vicky silently started the car and drove out of the building. He was one of the newest members that Hank had recently hired for Shreya.

Just as they entered the apartment building Charan called Shreya asked her to come over. Something about all the ladies in the house going away for shopping leaving him alone.

"Vicky… sorry… but can you take me to Charan's place please…" Shreya asked as soon as she hung up. Vicky quickly backed away from the apartment parking lot and said, "No problem, ma'am."

Shreya opened her eyes only when the car came to a standstill outside Charan's place.

"You can go home. I will probably be staying here for a long time." She instructed before getting down.

Shreya knocked on Charan's doors, that's when she realized she was going around with a bleeding hand but before she could think of a way to covering it up, the doors opened. She awkwardly hid her hand behind her back and gave him a big wide smile and greeted him.

"Hey…"

Charan gave her a once over suspiciously and trailed when he did not find anything. He shrugged it off and invited her in.

He was making lunch so he went straight to the kitchen. But when he saw that Shreya did not follow him in, he went in search of her and caught her red-handed trying to wash off her bleeding hand. He still kept quiet and stood there at the entrance of the bathroom. He wanted to know how she was going to try and get away with this. But that was until she started scratching over the wounds trying to get the dried blood out.

"Shreya… stop… Stop… You are going to hurt yourself." Charan said and held on to her injured hand.

Shreya looked up at Charan shocked and was about to ask when he came in but then, of course, the guilt crept in and she hung her head without saying anything. She just stood there biting her lips under Charan's scrutinizing gaze.

When Charan saw that she was not ready to talk just yet, he closed the tap and took her to his bedroom. He made her sit on his bed and went out. Shreya just sat there not really daring to move an inch from the place he had sat her down. A few minutes later Charan came back in with medicine box and some soup water. He sat there beside her and started washing the cuts. There were some shards of the vase still in her skin. He picked them out carefully and dressed her wounds. All the while he did not say a single word.

"I'm sorry…" Shreya whispered just as he was bandaging her wounds.

"How did it happen??" Charan asked in an extremely low voice.

"I just… I had a fight… no… I had a… an argument with my friend." Shreya stumbled around with words not really sure of what to say.

Charan scoffed and asked sarcastically, "And this friend threw a vase on your hand??"

Shreya shook her head looking down. She could feel Charan's eyes following her every move. But she was not looking forward to seeing his reaction when she is going to end up saying that she had done this to herself.

"Then how??" Charan persisted. Just opposite of what Shreya was praying for of course.

"I punched the vase in my office…" Shreya whispered inaudibly.

"Speak up… I can't hear you." Charan said sternly.

"I punched the vase in my office with my bare hands… in anger. " Shreya repeated once again still whispering but just audible enough.

"And why would you do that??" Charan asked surprised and extremely pissed. He was trying so hard not to blow up on her but she was not making it easy. The knuckles were bruised and cut badly. And on top of it, the main wound was on her forearm where at least a few inches long cuts ran. It was deep and should have bled a whole lot too. He knew she probably cut on one of the broken ends.

But more than anything… what pissed him off the most was that she did not get it treated right away and that she walked around until the blood had dried up. It must have been hours since she got injured.

Shreya did not know what to say. She knew that whatever she said, it is just going to end up making the situation worse for her. SO she wisely kept her mouth shut.

"Are you going to say to me or in front of your uncle?? He doesn't know, does he??" Charan asked again. He knew if Anand had known about it, Shreya would have ended up in a fancy hospital right about now.

Shreya instantly panicked at the mention of her uncle. Anand would break hell if he ever knew. So she frantically shook her head and started talking.

"I was just so pissed and frustrated. She did something extremely stupid and put her ownself at risk. And when I asked her about it, she said I was a nag and I was being paranoid for no reason. It just… I just lost it… and… and…" Shreya trailed.

"And you showed all your frustration towards a vase…??" Charan asked, at last, softening his voice a little. Even though Shreya talked without a head or a tail, he could clearly see that she was upset and very agitated about something. And he did not want to make it worse for her by asking her more questions. Thus he decided to let it slid for now.

Shreya, on the other hand, did not know what to say so she just nodded her head looking pitiful.

"Are you hungry??" Charan asked changing the subject. From the looks of Shreya, he could say she was wallowing up in anger, worry, and frustration and that she needed some distraction if he wanted her to snap out of it. So he was eager to provide it.

Shreya shook her head first on reflex but then slowly nodded after a while.

Charan took her to the kitchen right away where the lunch was half prepared.