FEATHERED LOVE

Chapter 1

In the 27 years of my living never had I anticipated someone's arrival so excitedly. Each passing minute was a breath laboriously taken. People usually feel butterflies in their stomachs but I do not know if it's a manufacturing mistake or something but I could feel snakes in my intestines.

I could feel my intestines expanding and coiling around my organs.

And then like the all-glorious entry of a Koran Johar movie, I saw him come through that door. He was decked in casuals, came bursting through the door, gun cocked in his hands and all of him in attention to every little movement around him.

There were 7 people in the room, two scary, 4 miserable in different degrees, and 1 a savior. I do not know if it is the concept that you feel your god nearer to you while you get closer to death or in my case say a probable deadly pickle, but I could not help but think did maa Sita feel such joyous relief when she saw Prabhu ram come across the ocean to save her? She probably did.

He was standing in front of the door, blocking the only source of direct light in the otherwise dingy room. The soft morning light fell around him like a halo to an angle. He was standing left foot front and right foot back, a combat-ready position. His gun held steady, his breaths calm, and his eyes sharp as if he was conserving his energy to fight at any moment. All his muscles were in a state of active relaxation, not taut but ready to move with him at any second, years of training as a soldier kicking in as he responded to the first blow from scary man A and then the fight broke out.

And fight they did. If I were a painter, I would have painted this scene as the greatest ever dance performance. The amount of practiced ease at which he was moving was making the scary men look like bunnies playing with a tiger. A punch here, a kick there and ooh that must have hurt Mr. Bunny man.

He momentarily incapacitated both the men and quickly came to our sides to free our hands and feet from the ropes. He freed little miss flower dress first, the boy who had a broken ankle second, the preggo beauty who I did not think was nice third, and then he came towards me. I do not know if it was in my mind but I could almost feel the scene romantic. The ever-dashing hero walking slowly towards his one true love to rescue her from disgusting criminals.He would definitely glare at me if he ever heard that.

When he was almost near me, I saw his face change to one of shock and almost instantly felt the edge of a knife struck near my throat.

One of the kidnappers had recovered and thought of taking me as a hostage to escape.

My breathing slowed down as panic set in for what was about to happen. He stopped in his tracks and pulled his hands up to indicate surrender. The only reason why I was not hysterical with panic was probably because of his eyes. They were calm as if they were trained for the situation, as if he was confident that this will go his way, that he was confident he will save me anyhow, I was confident he will save me anyhow.

I could hear the very scary man A breath down my neck and made a deal with him. He was to take the other three rescued people and go and I was to be left with the scary men as hostage to ensure their safe escape. To add a little impact upon his promise, the very very scary man nicked at my neck a bit and I hissed in pain. Fresh blood trickled down my neck in tandem. I looked at his face in horror and panic and he showed me a look of reassurance and slowly started putting his weapon down.

I wish he knew what to do in this, I believed he knew what to do in this because if I did not believe him now, I would really break out in a run because there was no way I was coming back alive if the kidnappers captured me again.

I waited with bated breath for him to take action, probably pick up the gun and shoot the kidnapper or rush in at an unexpected, moment and drag me away. I waited with my eyes pasted on him as he took the rest three people out of the house, as he slowly put them in his car and stood near as the kidnappers half dragged me with them towards their car.

My resolve in him started to waver as I saw him see me being dragged away; I struggled hard torun why isn't he coming after me? The kidnapper backhanded me for my struggles and pulled me hard. I tried to tell him to save me, to say that I was the one who destroyed their plans; I will not come back alive out of this. I was really scared this time, scared that I would really die.

Every minute passing was like a borrowed breathe taken with great difficulty. I had exhausted all my life's courage to have a chance at escaping. If I were to be left behind today i do not know if i could ever feel courage to try an escape again. Once was already scary enough.

Despite seeing the overwhelming panic in my eyes, he stood still. My hope was hanging on Spiderwebs now. My tears started falling and my legs slowed down. That angered the scary man to slap me across my face again. Through the blur of tears and pain, I saw him move to come towards me and before I could even be happy, I saw him being held back by that preggo beauty.

I really really did not like that preggo beauty at that moment. She held him tight as if he was her last hope of survival and his coming after me would break all her chances of escaping ever. And I could almost see the logic restoring in his brain that he cannot leave the rest three survivors alone nor can he chase after me with a car full of scared people. It was almost a poetic scene of a hero saving a beauty. Shakespeare would have a field day with it.

But he will save me somehow, right? There must be more people with him, right? He would not have come here alone, there would be other people to take care of them, right? He could come after me, right? save me, please?

But I still waited and nothing happened. I waited till I was pulled into the car and the scary men started the car and drove. I waited as he stood through all that and the only indications of probably any panic in him were his clenched fist. He probably thought that the kidnappers could not go far from here as this was nearly a dead end, thick unnavigable forest on one side and a steep waterfall on the other side. He probably thought that they will take me through the unpaved forest roads and they will get stuck and then he can come to rescue me. Or maybe he did not think of rescuing me at all as he watched me get further and further away. Maybe he had long ago decided me a failure in his glorious rescue operation as he had successfully rescued three of four hostages.

There was probably no road ahead for the living but nothing was stopping those who had decided to die.

I watched him watch me through the rear glass as the car suddenly swiveled and changed direction. The kidnappers probably also realized that there was no way they were getting out alive. I watched him as he saw the car drive straight towards the waterfall. I watched him as realization descended in his eyes of what was about to happen and panic and fear filled his vision. I watched him as he once again tried to run after me but he was held down by the three of the people this time. I watched him struggle and break free but it was all too late.

I felt it when the car left the ground. It was like skydiving but without a parachute. It was dreadful yet freeing because I was free from any fears and hopes now. I knew I would die once I fell. Falling to death was a good death, instant and not much pain. I just had regrets about who I was falling with. I would have preferred it if I fell alone.

I felt it when we made an impact with the water. It surrounded me like a blanket and filled in, my body from all my pores. I tried to struggle out of instinct but my tied hands did not offer much help. The strongest emotion I felt when I sunk down slowly was hatred.

I hated the heroes of all fairytales.

Why didn't he realize he was my last hope too?

AUTHORS NOTE

Hello peeps welcome to the first part of story. If you find any mistakes or errors please feel free to comment.

coming to the story...Thoughts?What the hell just happened? 

Did he really leave her to fall of a god damn cliff? 

And  the protagonist is so damn funny and sunny and cute , i felt my heart die along with her.

I am really excited to know what will happen next with themVote and comment and tell me what is their back story.

_aBHIRA