Major's Lady Love

|| 2. Meet Rudra ||

  •Author's Pov•

Blood. Thick. Red. Cold. Blood.

Everywhere. That's all he saw. Blood all over his face. Blood splattered across the cold cellar. Blood stained his hands.

Not bothering to wipe it off, he continued to throw punch after punch at the terrorists' face. Eight fearless terrorists had never cowered in the face of anyone until they crossed paths with one of India's most lethal soldiers. His mere presence and the intimidating shadow he cast struck fear into his junior comrades' hearts, leaving them with dread. 

The wide-eyed panic and trembling fear in their eyes told a harrowing tale of the relentless torment they had been subjected to over the past few hours at the merciless hands of their captor. Death would mean liberating them, and liberation is something that is far too pure for the bastards kneeling in front of him.

He gestured at one of the other officers in the cellar to continue the torture session after an hour. Emerging from the darkness of the cellar, he moved with a confident and deliberate gait reminiscent of a predatory tiger, exuding a sense of controlled strength and agility with each step.

In just a few minutes, he reached the military housing area and made his way home on foot. As he arrived, he was met with a wave of chilly air that enveloped him.

Cold. Empty. Tired. Fatigue. 

The myriad of emotions he was experiencing seemed never-ending. He yearned for his special someone to be there, standing at the door, eager to envelop him in her loving embrace, reassuring him with warmth and a sense of belonging, regardless of the hour.

Well, if this was his heart, his mind says otherwise.

He underwent this intense experience once already, pouring his heart and soul into it. However, the aftermath left him consumed by a relentless sense of pain, betrayal, and helplessness, which prompted him to profoundly scrutinize the depths of his conscience. 

He knew he wasn't ready for another.  What could he possibly do when his heart and mind are at crossroads?

Shaking his head, he set foot in the shower, the warm water washing off all the blood of his enemies. After cleansing himself, he meticulously dressed in his official uniform, making sure every button was fastened and each crease was perfectly aligned. With a sense of nostalgia, he carefully placed his Aviators on his face, feeling the weight of responsibility and duty settle upon him. 

Stepping outside, he approached Estella, his cherished Royal Enfield motorcycle, and ran his hand over its sleek, polished exterior. As he swung his leg over the seat, he couldn't help but reminisce about the countless adventures they had shared. With a firm push, he kickstarted the bike, and as the engine roared to life, a surge of anticipation coursed through him. 

He arrived at the Army base and as soon as he dismounted from the bike, he was ambushed by his comrades Vikram, Reyaan, and Gautam. To an outside observer, they might have appeared to be a bunch of immature pranksters. However, on the battlefield, they were like devils incarnate.

"Boys, we're going back to Hyderabad today. Have you guys packed?" asked Gautam with a glint in his eyes. 

To which Rudra replied "Well the only thing left to do is report to Chief and give him a review of what unfolded with those traitorous bastards yesterday. Then we can leave. Vicky, you have the report with you right?"

"I have it with me, Rudy. I'm glad you stepped in yesterday. Those fuckers were almost too hard to crack!" Exclaimed, Vikram.

"We're a team da, don't worry about them. They are already tortured too much their faces are disfigured thanks to Mr Rudy", added Reyaan.

As they strolled side by side, they made their way to meet their Chief. The morning sun cast a warm glow as they approached him. "Good morning, boys!" their Chief greeted them with a smile. "Sir," they responded in perfect unison, raising their hands to salute him.

"Did you crack those traitors yesterday?", he asked seriously. Rudra stepped forward and explained everything that unfolded the previous night. "Everything is stated with detail in the report, Sir", he said as he forwarded the black file in his hands.

"Congratulations, boys. I have an important message for you before you head to Hyderabad. You'll be embarking on a classified mission to Hyderabad. I understand that you've been away from home for two years, but our country requires your assistance. Once you arrive in Hyderabad, you will be briefed on the specifics of this mission. Stay alert," he concluded with a serious tone.

They emerge from the commander's room, feeling a bit puzzled but mostly driven by a strong sense of duty to defend their country. 

At that moment, Gautam's voice cut through the silence. "Macha, we'll plan our mission once we arrive in Hyderabad. But for now, let's relax and bid farewell to the breathtaking nature and landscapes of Kashmir. We're finally on our way home!"

They all agreed, Gautam's enthusiasm rubbing off on the others. As Rudra prepared to make his way back to his hometown, a wave of emotions swept over him, evoking sensations he hadn't felt in years. "I know I'm heading back home, but this time, there's an unexplainable transformation unfolding in my life. Hyderabad, I'm curious to discover the surprises you hold for me," he murmured, his voice filled with a blend of uncertainty and excitement.

"I miss you, Ammu."

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Hey loves! Now we have maybe one or two shades of Rudra in the story. Our strong soldier is embarking on a journey home. Let's find out what Hyderabad has in store for him in the upcoming chapters. And who would be this Ammu? Don't forget to comment and vote.