Chapter 3-A doctor or a fairy


    Raakshas''s p.o.v


    The girl is pressing the scarf on my wound having a worried expression where I am mesmerised by her


    beauty.


    I asked her with too much shock," Are you a doctor or a Fairy!"


    She didn''t reply as she is busy stopping the blood from my wound. I am bing shocked seeing her


    care for an unknown person like me.


    Seeing her reactions I can say that she doesn''t know about me. If she knew then she would have never


    streets also know about me. That means she is not native here.


    I have slept with hundreds of woman in my 28 years of life. I have started sleeping with women since I


    was 17 years old. But, I have never seen this type of rare beauty.


    The girl is not that tall. In front of me, she is looking like any kind of child. Her head is hardly reaching


    my shoulder.


    She is not slim like sticks. She has a perfect little chubby body figure along with milky white skin tone.


    Her hands are so soft like they are any kind of soft cotton. Her every touch is making my evil mind lose


    its sanity.


    I am losing myself in her and her actions. For some moments I have forgotten that I am in the middle of


    the street and people are staring at me fearfully.


    She took out an antiseptic bottle from her bag with some cotton. She applied the antiseptic and I felt a


    burning sensation in my hand but I didn''t even hiss because I am busy installing every detail of her in


    my mind.


    " It will burn a little bit. It will be over very soon. Be patient a little," She said looking at me and that''s


    when I noticed that she has beautiful green eyes.


    Those eyes are so hypnotizing as I have lost me just looking at those eyes for once. They are looking


    like a vast Greend. I noticed her pink plump lips which are blowing cool air on my wound. I can''t


    even imagine how it will feel to bite those lips. She is different from other Indian girls. Her features are


    forcing me to think that who is she! From where she came! Is she from any fairnd!!!


    She is now bandaging my hand when her hair loosened up and fall on her shoulder. That''s when I


    realised that she has knee length long ck hairs. Her hairs are looking so beautiful and smooth. How


    it will feel to stroke these smooth hairs.


    She is almost done bandaging my hand when someone called her. The person said," Pari di(sister,)."


    And I found another girl who is younger than this girl and looking quite simr but not that beautiful.


    " Pari.!! That means this girl''s name is Pari. Wow. This name suits her. She is really a Pari (fairy).


    Pari looked at me and said smiling," I have given you first- aid treatment. Don''t forget to change the


    bandage in the hospital. Otherwise, it will get infected."


    I didn''t say anything because I have lost my words seeing her. My heart is beating so fast. I have never


    felt like that seeing any girl. But, my devilish mind is screaming me to think about ying with her in the


    yroom. And, now I am feeling a strong lust towards this Pari (fairy).


    The other girl came forward and held Pari''s hand tightly. She started dragging her when Pari yelled at


    me," Apply some ointment also."


    I am feeling like to kill the other girl who is dragging Pari. How can she drag my Pari? My pari! Yeah,


    she is mine. The moment I have seen her. She became mine. I want Pari in my life. I want her in my


    yroom. An evil smirk formed on my lips thinking that I am banging inside her. (A/N - Such a pervert!


    ?)


    I am taking out my gun when my phone started ringing breaking my daze from Pari. I picked up the


    phone and heard Sarkar''s voice.


    He asked," Raakshas, where are you? Have you received Xavier?"


    " Yes, Sarkar. I have received him. We are on the way," I said putting back the gun. Sarkar cut the call


    and I have to leave this area as soon as possible.


    Before leaving, I said smirking looking at Pari''s direction," My beautiful fairy, you are mine. Very soon


    you will be in my arms. I will find you very soon."


    Pari''s p.o.v


    I havee back to India with Prisha two hours ago. I was so excited that finally, I am going to meet


    Papa after many years.


    I couldn''t wait for a single second to meet papa but God has again put me into problems. Our luggage


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    was exchanged with another passenger and it took one hour for us to find our luggage.


    When we were searching for our luggage I saw some abnormality among the people and also the


    airport authority. They were terrified of someone.


    I heard them taking some " Raakshas''s " name. Is it even a name!! Raakshas means Demon in


    English. How can someone''s name be Demon!


    I don''t know why people are so afraid about him. Is he any kind of minister or something? I don''t know.


    Prisha was also confused by seeing the people''s reaction.


    I and Prisha came out of the airport when I saw that the whole traffic is stopped and the traffic police


    are also trembling and sweating. They all are looking at a small crowd.


    I also noticed a crowd on the road. Well, it''s not a crowd. I saw 5 men are surrounding a person whose


    hand is bleeding.


    And that''s it. I couldn''t resist my doctor instinct and run towards the person to treat his wound. I didn''t


    notice the person is young or old. Most probably, he is young. I started doing my job.


    I was a little bit surprised that the person didn''t even ask me anything. He let me do whatever I want.


    I have almostpleted my work when Prisha called me and started dragging me before I could notice


    the person properly.


    " Stop dragging me, Prisha," I said to Prisha and she left my hand. She said worriedly," Have you gone


    mad, Di? Why did you treat that man''s wound?"


    " I am a doctor and I must help any injured person. It''s my duty," I said rubbing my hand where she


    holds me.


    She said rolling her eyes," you and your mother Teresa type nature. But, I think something is wrong


    here. I don''t know why everything seems very weird to me here."


    She said worriedly and I just ignored her. She worries too much. I asked her," What do you mean?"


    " Look at the people''s reaction and look at your surroundings very carefully. Everyone is literally


    shaking after seeing the person whom you have treated. Even the traffic is stopped like they are


    waiting for someone to leave," She said and this time something trigger inside my head.


    I turned my head behind and found that the person has already left and the blocked roads are opening


    by the traffic police.


    " Maybe he is any kind of V.I.P. That''s why the traffic was stopped for his safety. There is nothing to


    worry about," I said showing her my every teeth.


    She didn''t say anything further and we are ready to meet our father. I called a taxi and told the driver to


    take us to Delhi Police quarter.


    He nodded his head and told us to get in. I and Prisha are now sitting in the Taxi and talking about our


    culture.


    "Aap logo ko dekh kar nehigta ki aap log yaha ki rehne wale ho ( After seeing you I am feeling that


    you don''t live here)," The taxi driver said interrupting in our conversation.


    I said," Ham log Canada se hey. Lekin ham Indian he hay. Ham yaha par apni papa se milney aya hay(


    We are from Canada but we are Indian. We are here to visit our Papa.)


    Prisha pped my hand lightly to not talk with any stranger. But the taxi driver seems like a gentleman.


    So, I just ignore her and continued my conversation with the Taxi driver. And I was right. The man is a


    good man.


    Between our conversation, suddenly, Prisha asked the taxi driver, " Bhai sab, yey Raakshas kown hay?


    ( Mr, who is this Raakshas?)


    No sooner had she asked the question, the taxi driver stopped the car in the middle of the road with full


    force and I bumped my head with the front seat.


    " What the hell," We both said annoyingly when the taxi driver asked us having a fearful expression,"


    Aap logo ko kaise pata Raakshas ke bare me? Kya aap logo ne mile unshe?( How do you know about


    Raakshas? Did you meet him?)"


    " Nehi, Hum bas unka naam suna hey. Bohut ajib naam hey. Per yay Raakshas hey kown?( No, we


    have just heard about his name. Such a strange name. But, who is this Raakshas?), Prisha asked the


    taxi driver and he just ignored us and started driving the car.


    And the next 20 minutes car ride was pin-drop silence between the taxi driver and us. We are confused


    thinking that why this taxi driver is so afraid of Raakshas.


    Once again we asked him who is Raakshas? In response, he only said that" Raakshas ki bade mey


    nahi jano toh hi hey hey( It''s better to not know about Raakshas).


    We didn''t pressurise more but we are really curious that who is this Raakshas.


    We are now in front of the quarter and get down from the taxi. I give the fair to the taxi driver and told


    him to keep the exchange.


    He became happy and thanked me. I smiled at him.


    Before leaving, he told me worriedly," Madam, ham Bhagwan se prarthana karte hey ki woh apko kabhi


    bhi Raakshas se na myay. ( Madam, I pray to God that He never meet you with Raakshas.)


    Saying that he left the area and I murmured confusingly," Who the hell is this Raakshas!!"