Millionaire's passion

Reunion

She was running,
running for her life on an empty Highway wearing a white anarkali dress with a red dupatta signifying her calm yet brave nature at the same time.....

The night was pitch dark with absolutely no vehicle on the road.
She found a dhaba where some cars were parked,
she entered the dhaba,
continuously looking backwards as if she was confirming that she had not been followed by anyone,
then her leg slipped and before falling she was straight held by a young, muscular man.
Her head was on his chest and her eyes were still closed, ' are you ok miss' man murmured.....

She slowly looked up with her messed up hairs falling beautifully on her face and her face indicating the sign of terror.....

Here comes this man who was holding this lady in his arms with a question mark on his face,
soon this question mark turned into a shock,
he felt his heart beat dropped for a second and a little moisture around his eyes took its place.....

Tum....... Yahaan........

His strong yet soft voice breaking the wall of silence echoed in her eyes making her rewind all the unpleasant memories in her head,
a drop of tear made a way out of her eyes Aaaa....aap.....

She backed off and made herself free from his grip then she lowered her eyes and looked at the ground as if she was avoiding eye contact.....

But this man was standing in front of her looking straight in her eyes with all the love and guilt he has been hiding for this long from every one.

Mr. Rudra Singh rathore I didn't want to show my face to you but this was a coincidence, I still remember your orders for me.........

Straight deep silence for 30 seconds, because Mr. Rathore is still busy admiring his lady whom he was searching for soo long. "These coincidences are the most beautiful part of my entire life kriti"
Rudra said this one line with pain, guilt, love and happiness at the same time.

"Don't you dare Mr. Rathore, don't you dare call me by this name", she said with moist eyes looking straight towards him with anger then she continued - I am Miss. Kritika Sharma and you...
She got interrupted by Rudra's sudden action of pulling her by her wrist and griping her waist tightly close to his body.

I know, you are Mrs. Kritika Rudra Singh Rathore, he said with rage and love in his eyes, grinding his teeth he continued - you are angry I admit and I know that I made you suffer a lot, you can slap me, punish me you can say whatever you want but you can't Deny that I am your Husband....

Kritika pushed him with all the force she has in her body.
Before she could say something she heard a sound and ran away to hide herself inside the dhaba.
Rudra stood there confusingly, later his gaze went towards 5 men, wearing brown kurta, their face was covered completely by a black colour cloth and their hands filled from hockey sticks, knives, short guns.......

To be continued....