Takshika

02

 02
Are you in a war, with love?
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      It was going too well and there lay the problem.

       Takshika snapped back her head at once, forgetting what lay ahead or who. In the dark of the night, amidst numerous shots, this caught her attention. Unlike all others that were followed by the roaring of another, this held silence. 

    Bam!

             Another shot flung somewhere the former one came for and she let out a breath she held captive, snapping close her eyes.

       It was clear.

  This one was a retreatment to the previous and it has been played well. Takshika breathed a sigh of relief like she has never until now. As if her entire life depended on it, well someone's did. 

       There among all the chaos lay Misha holding her arm she has got the shot on, in the arms of the one she let the bullet pierce through her skin.

     Captain Shikhen. 

        A frown made its way on the captain's  forehead as he held her tightly, supporting her body. The other members forming a barrier to keep their seniors safe. From bullets they can. From love, they could never.

      And Agent Misha was in love.

   Hard. Fast.  

      All at once, various bullets were flung in open air, cutting through it and mass of the one it got the privilege to. The uninvited battle was coming to an end and they have still not found him. But maybe they can if all goes well with Takshika. It all depended on her.

      Amidst the fight in which blood vividly splattered under the moonlight, Captain Shikhen slowly haundered Misha to a side and held her in his arms, her head in his lap as he hid behind a tree leaning on it's trunk.  His breath was unsteady.

   Still steadier than Misha's. Though, she did not seem to regret it.

      The villagers were definitely going to have a hard time if they saw all this red shed in the holy farms they grew sources of their hunger and pocket in.
       
     This place was mysterious in itself. The village was old and the population was not dense. Moreover, it lied in the backdrop of three main cities(two of which have had gone through the attacks). Perfect to set a foot in.

    But it was the most ignored.

      A month ago, there went an undercover investigation but nothing was found. Not even a terroristic shadow. But you know, the face that smiles could most probably have the hands that kill. That is where they made a mistake(or were forced to).

     However, that is past.

  It's a new game.

           For now, Shikhen pushed all his worries in a pit and quickly pulled out a handerkerchief. The white piece of cloth bore blood marks as he held it in his painted hands. It was soon coloured in  all shades of red as he wrapped it around the bullet shot on Misha's arm.

      As he tied the knot a little too tightly, Misha chuckled, mixed with a slight gasp. The captain had so much going inside his head, a lot to do, but for now, only one thought was important. All else he left on the capable shoulders of his men. The country's men.

       He looked down at her and found her already looking at him. In a way, only she can. Like she would never be tired of this particular thing. Of him. Mind it, cause she is really impatient.