Sriya Pranaya Kavya

Eleven: Sriya Keshava And The Ocean

No map. No compass. Nothing. This wasn't a fancy yacht.

That's why she always prefers expensive yachts. This stupid boat had stopped around an hour and a half ago. As far as her eyes could see, it was only the sea. Nothing else. Not a single boat could be seen.

If panic was known to Sriya, it wasn't more aggressive to her than this very moment. She was bursting out of her body with panic.

Keshava couldn't be bothered at all. He slept like he was at home in the middle of the sea.

Sriya looked at him and said, "He's unbelievable. How can he be sleeping so calmly when the boat has stopped?"

Suddenly he woke up and dragged her to the ground, and the bullet flew past them with the sound following. Before Sriya had the time to react, the pistol came out of hiding from Keshava's person, and two of the attackers fell dead into the sea.

Not pausing, the third was shot dead. Then the fourth Not sparing another moment, the fifth and final man on the enemy boat died. The boat began to sink in the water along with the dead men.

Sriya took a moment to process the speed with which he acted. It couldn't be normal. She thought that Kamakshi was joking when she spoke about his aim.

"What. The. Hell!??" She exclaimed, "What in the name of hell was that, Keshava?"

"They're mafia. You do realize that they're looking for you everywhere, right? Not surprisingly, they followed us." Keshava answered.

"Stop playing the fool. That's not normal. That aim is not normal. I understand your sister's aim. She's an officer. What is up with you, Keshava? You didn't even hesitate to shoot them. It was as if you're so damn accustomed to shooting." She accused him.

"Stop. Relax. I'm just trying to do what it takes to keep you safe." He said.

"No. This is crazy. I'm in the middle of the sea with some mafia behind me. You're here with someone I don't even know. You want me to calm down."

"Sriya, don't be silly. You know me. I'm Keshava."

"I don't know who you are. You're not my assistant. He's not even slightly violent, as you just showcased. He's just an efficient assistant. You... I don't know who the hell you are."

"If I didn't shoot, we'd be dead now." He tried to move towards her.

"If you come closer, I'm going to jump off. I swear on Govinda!" She threatened.

Keshava took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. Putting his hands up in the air, he moved back and said, "I'm not going close to you. Get off the edge of the boat; you're going to fall."

Then she took a deep breath and said, "Swearing on me to threaten me. Wonderful circumstances..." He muttered to himself.

Sriya began to panic. She sat and held her head. Something was ringing in her head. Keshava didn't seem normal at the moment. Why would an assistant have such an accurate aim? More than that, no normal assistant should be able to so easily shoot people without blinking. She, for one, wouldn't be so calm if she had to shoot someone.

Chitturi Keshava, whom she knew, was the happy-go-lucky, cheerful little ball of bliss. Forever brimming with excitement and energy like a golden retriever puppy. She didn't know this man who shot people without batting an eyelash at the violence it brought. The boat they came on wasn't a motor boat; it fisherman's boat and it fell into the water and drowned.

"Who are you?? Why do you have a gun? Do you have a license for firearms?" She asked questions.

He reached into a secret pocket in his shirt and pulled out an ID.