Page 44 - Love Story of a Commando

the world. It surely meant something. Isn’t it crazy to think that I just made
love to a stranger in a building that is under terrorist attack?
Women are attached emotionally with this whole love-making thing,
unlike men for whom it might just be another chance. For us, intimacy is not
purely physical, it is an act of connecting with someone so deeply that you
feel you can look into his very soul. There is even a word for it in the
dictionary, it is called ‘Demisexual (n) a person who does not experience
sexual attraction unless they form a strong emotional connection with
someone.’ All women are demisexual in all probability and I would rather
not comment on the other sex.
I watched him for a really long time while he was hiding low in the
balcony and trying to assess the situation.
I was so absorbed thinking about him, oblivious to the passage of
time that I did not even realize when he stood beside me, clutched my wrists
and started moving towards the exit door. His grip was so tight that I
whimpered. He turned his face towards me and noticed two little drops of
tears making their way out of my eyes and suddenly loosened his grip.
‘Oh, I am sorry. It’s just, in the heat of the moment I did not realize
my grasp was causing pain,’ he said.
‘It’s okay. It is nothing. Where are we going?’ I sighed with relief
more for getting back his attention than because his loosened grip.
‘I just contacted my teammates and they have given me a location to
reach them in the lower corridors from where they have just rescued a few of
the hostages and are importing them out of the hotel. I just have to ensure a
safe route and then you can easily be out of this terror,’ he said.
‘Okay! Can I ask you one more thing? Of course, if you don’t mind!’
I asked slowly.
‘What?’ he said.
‘Did you not miss me even for a second? I tried to find you
everywhere on Facebook, Twitter even Tumblr but you are nowhere. Also,
you had my number and you could have reached me easily…’ I said.
‘Hmm… Looks like somebody has been stalking me. You creepy
little stalker!’ he said and smirked.
‘Well, what else do you expect me to do? The guy who promised me
a cup of coffee disappeared without a goodbye. I thought we shared the
spark,’ I said curtly.
His smile fell and he said, ‘I was bound with official commitments
and could not meet you in spite of longing for it every single day. I just told
you everything. Then I was appointed as a commando in the Special Action
Group of NSG and have been busy with all sorts of operations and trainings
that I felt it would be useless calling you when I cannot even promise you