Page 47 - Love Story of a Commando

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