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bar.  There were bullet holes in the wooden  bar from the earlier shoot-out
                           through  which  I  could  easily  see  everything  beyond.  It  was  not  even  a
                           second while I blinked my eyes only to open it to see a young man quietly
                           walking in fully loaded with an arsenal of weapons.
                                   I cowered in the corner as the shoot-out erupted again. Virat turned
                           towards me and signalled for me to keep quiet. I clenched my mouth shut.
                           The terrorist did not look demonic really, if I ignored his stiff posture and
                           weapons. He was really young, maybe around seventeen or eighteen—much
                           too young to turn into a brutal mass killing machine, than be a man of flesh,
                           bone  and  of  course  emotions.  He  was  nothing  like  I  had  imagined  but
                           something beyond the limitations of my mind. But in reality he was a demon
                           with the sole aim of destroying everything that vouches for life.
                                   We could hear some gunfire in the distance.
                                   Perhaps they had decided to split up to maximize the damage, putting
                           their  utmost  faith  into  their  advanced  arsenals  over  their  partners.  The
                           shrieks were turning into agonized cries and I could not control it any longer.
                           A  howl  escaped  my  lips  and  he  opened  fire  on  us  within  a  fraction  of  a
                           second. Virat returned the fire, ducking quickly behind a flipped over table.
                           The  gunshots  continued  for  fifteen  straight  seconds  till  he  stopped  firing.
                           Perhaps  looking  for  another  way  around  when  he  realized  that  the  other
                           person was equally equipped with deadly weapons.
                                   Virat  leaned  towards  me,  fully  alert,  with  his  hands  still  on  the
                           trigger.
                                   He  whispered  softly,  ‘Don’t  worry  I  am  going  to  kill  that  bastard.
                           Nothing will happen to you.’
                                   I gazed back at him, his eyes were dark and guarded, giving nothing
                           away, and his mouth was pressed into a hard line, but the electricity between
                           us was palpable. It was beyond duty I guess, perhaps a genuine concern for
                           my safety. Tears swam in my eyes but I said nothing. He ran his index finger
                           down my cheek before crawling back to his position with furrowed brows.
                                   Is something wrong with my horoscope? Instead of meeting the hero
                           of  my  life  over  a  cup  of  hot  coffee  and  cupcakes,  I  meet  him  over  firing
                           bullets and falling shells.
                                   I was not even sure of the next moment and my heart was overcome
                           by  extreme  fear  and  overwhelming  emotions  for  him.  People  enjoy  the
                           standard protocol of meeting, dating, liking, romancing, loving, smooching,
                           raging  desires,  sleepless  nights  and  then  the  actual  sleeping  kind  of  love
                           affair together. Was it too much to ask for some quality romance?
                                   WHY ME ?
                                   It was not long before he shot a second round of bullets at us. A hail
                           of bullets flew across to us and God only knows how they missed us. Virat
                           swiftly  crawled  along  the  floor,  changed  position,  and  aimed  for  the
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