Page 48 - Love Story of a Commando

chandeliers all across the ceiling—the effect was devastating. The shining
chandeliers shattered into millions of sharp glass pieces with mini
explosions. They proved to be deadly and we could hear him growling in
pain.
Virat now came out of hiding and opened fire on him with full force.
The terrorist tried to storm into a nearby room seeking cover but Virat
continued firing. He fell to the ground howling and screaming only to die a
brutal death.
It was over within minutes and those minutes proved the longest time
of my life and taught me a great lesson. To respect time in seconds! After all
these are the fractions of time that decide life or death or sometimes shatter
your existing identity. The world we live in is a complete myth and in a
matter of seconds it can change forever shattering your entire existence into
bits and pieces.
Time is the only truth.
I was shivering uncontrollably when he dropped his gun and wrapped
his arms all around me. He pressed me into his chest like a baby and put his
nose in my hair. Even though I felt a lot more secure I was still trembling
and whimpering in terror. He knew that.
The violence pierced through my soul and even though I knew I was
safe, the unsettling feeling refused to leave me alone. It kept coming back to
haunt me. I was helpless.
‘Look at me. Look at me,’ he whispered and I glanced up.
Our eyes locked and we were lost for a moment. His eyes were
intense, concerned but still dark, heavy with some unfathomable emotions
while mine were drowned in an ocean of tears. It is strange how much eyes
can talk when words don’t find their way through our lips.
‘It’s over. You are safe. You are going home,’ he whispered again.
I was dragged back to reality.
Home? This is home. Your arms feel very much like home. Isn’t it?
Where am I heading to? What is going on? Something is not right.
The mental trauma was now taking over me and I felt delusional and
clueless.
Perhaps he knew and he nodded distractedly, altering his stance only
to scoop me up in his arms and carry me into a washroom nearby. There he
ran the tap and put my head very carefully under the cool water. The gushing
water awakened my senses and pulled me back to reality and I moved my
head away, feeling embarrassed. The lengths he was having to go for me!
For the first time in a very long time he broke into a smile.
‘You know you are looking funny. I mean don’t take it personally,
but you remind me of a scary witch straight out of the Harry Potter movies.’