Chapter 529 - The unknown pull...

"Yes, Ahhh... It is actually stinging badly." Kareem nodded frowning, knitting his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner, bringing out his acting skills. 

"You are doing it too hard. Here give it to me, I will do it for you." Sheryl came closer to Kareem and took the cotton piece from his hand and poured some more medicine on it. Their faces were now just a few inches apart and Sheryl tried not to look into his eyes directly. She started dabbing the wound with the cotton very gently. Kareem could inhale the sweet fragrance of her perfume emitting from her wrists and he closed his eyes inhalling it deeply. 

He then opened his eyes looking at her face, just a few inches away from his own face. An urge to kiss her lips suddenly errupted in his mind but he shrugged away the thoughts immediately, trying to control his emotions. "So Sheryl? You are so pretty why did you not think of joining modelling or hollywood like your sister?" He initiated the conversation, so as to deviate his own lusty thoughts. 

The girl's fingers brushed against his forehead and he clenched his fists, feeling her soft hands, once again controlling his hormones. Sheryl noticed his tight fists and assumed it might be due to intense pain.

"Well, me and Chery are totally different. She likes the spotlight, while I prefer to be in the audience. She wants to conquer the world but I am happy in my own small world and my perfect job. We are poles apart, considering our nature but we love each other to the core." Sheryl smiled thinking about her little sister. 

"Hmm! Yes. And she can do anything to conquer the world. I have seen that look on her face." Kareem smirked thinking about Cheryl. Suddenly Kareem shuddered as the girl started to clean the blood stains on his cheeks and chin. 

"Their is too much blood loss. But looks like the bleeding has stopped now." She said, cleaning his chin very gently with the cotton. 

Kareem took a few deap breaths looking at her pink delicate lips. "Have we met before Sheryl? Why do I feel I know you from before?" He frowned looking at the girl feeling perplexed. 

"Haha! Why are you asking this again and again. I told you, it could be because of my resemblence with Chery!" The girl smiled, getting up from the bed and disposing off the cotton pieces in the trash can. Kareem could not help but notice the girl's curves, while she walked away towards the trash can and then walked back again towards him. 

She sat on the bed again close to him and started bandaging the wound, while Kareem starred at her all the time. The girl's cheeks were getting red and she took a deap breath, when she finally managed to complete the process. She shifted backwards a little and finally looked at Kareem's face, who was smiling looking at her. 

"It is done!" Sheryl got up from the bed, adjusting her dress, feeling awkward.

"Thank you. What about the other wounds on my arms, chest and back?" Kareem tilted his head a bit, looking at the shy girl. Her coyness was making Kareem tease the girl even more. 

"Umm.. can not not you do it yourself?" Sheryl clenched her hands in hesitation. 

Kareem made a helpless face and sighed. "Alright. No problem. Thanks a lot." He nodded and smiled at her. 

A surge of guilt travelled in the girl's body and she looked at the man's blood stained tee shirt. She turned her back to move out of the room and Kareem looked at her hopefully. "Turn! Turn Turn! Come on girl turn." He whispered very lightly as the girl was walking away from the room. 

Suddenly the girl halted, just next to the door and Kareem immediately looked away and pretended to take off his tee- shirt and frowned as if in great pain.

Sheryl was now looking at the boy and and pursed her lips in confusion. She hesitated a bit and then started walking again towards Kareem. Kareem pretended to have not noticed the girl and kept struggling to remove his tee shirt with his one hand. 

"Leave it. I will help you." Sheryl held the boy's hand softly, looking at his face. 

"Huh? I thought you have left. In all honesty, though I do not want to trouble you as you have already done enough for me, but I do need your help." Kareem shrugged his shoulders, in helplessness.

"I know that. I saw that already. Here let me remove your tee shirt and apply the medicine on all the wounds." Sheryl bent a little holding the edges of the boy's tee shirt. "Just raise your hands. I shall pull it off carefully." Sheryl blushed under the man's gaze as she was now about to see him half naked. 

Kareem looked at the blushing girl, who was holding the corners of his cloth. The moment she bent, he could see a small part of her cleavage and he immediately turned away his gaze back to her face and raised both his hands. 

The girl pursed her lips and pulled up the man's tee shirt a bit, revealing his perfectly toned abs and his slender V shaped waist. Sheryl gulped and pulled the tee shirt further up, revealing the man's muscular and strong chest. Blood was drippind from a few scars on his chest, which made the girl cringe in despair. "Gosh! It is too much." 

"What is too much?" Kareem spoke in a notorious tone. 

"The wounds. What else could I be talking about?" Sheryl blushed again and slowly pulled out the tee shirt from his left arm and then his right arm. "Ohh! Your arm also has several wounds." 

She finally managed to pull out the tee shirt completely from above his head and looked at it. "I shall put it in washer and then in the dryer. It will be clean in sone time." She walked away, towards the living room and Kareem once again starred at her enticing figure. There was something about the girl, which was pulling him closer to her every second.