My Safe Haven

Chapter : 8: Airport Madness

Warning:- Violence and intense fight scenes, mild gore and injury descriptions, emotional distress and anxiety, brief mention of guns and firearms, physical contact and trauma triggers. Reader discretion is advised. ⚠

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-:In Mumbai International Airport:-

Bhavneet's POV

As soon as they reached the lobby, the atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Bhavneet cursed under his breath. He could feel eyes on him, on them - particularly from men wearing white shirts and black caps, a very sorry attempt at disguising themselves as salesmen.

Bhavneet wanted to roll his eyes; since when did salesmen become so bulky? Their combat training was starkly evident, and the slight bump under their shirts around the waist area screamed, "We have guns!" He did roll his eyes this time, thinking either they were taking him too lightly or they were just plain idiots.

He shook his head and glanced at Saras's hands, covered in leather gloves. He released a breath; the gloves were their solution for Saras's dislike of physical contact with strangers. He just hoped it would work. Saras glanced at him; of course, he sensed the shift in the atmosphere. He was very observant, just like his father.

They both subtly straightened up, and everything broke loose. The fight started abruptly, but it didn't hinder them at all; they had anticipated it.

Within a few minutes, Bhavneet found out those goons were professionals, but their experience seemed to be lacking.

He saw Saras in his peripheral vision; although the latter was not a fan of violence, he sure as hell knew how to kick some ass. Bhavneet was correct in his evaluation; his students never failed him. Then he sensed Saras's breathing getting a bit heavy; the fight must be getting to his weak physique. Bhavneet slid beside him while fighting. "Hold on a bit longer, just a bit longer," he encouraged. Saras composed himself and nodded, not one to back down easily.

Suddenly, a hand tried to grab Saras; Bhavneet panicked a bit, but then an abrupt scream resonated throughout the mall.

Everyone froze.

When he finally registered what happened, it took immense effort for Bhavneet not to burst out laughing. Saras had kicked that guy in his nether region before he could touch him. Damn, that must have hurt.

Then everything started moving again.

Bhavneet came out of his bubble when Saras shouted, "Uncle, a little help here!" Bhavneet saw a goon trying to grab Saras while another one was keeping him occupy; they were basically trying to surround him. Bhavneet immediately kicked that goon, and the latter flew - literally flew - and landed on a trolley.

Both Bhavneet and Saras grabbed the trolley and ran around with it. The goon was still on it, by the way. Whoever came in their way got pushed away by it. In all this madness, Bhavneet didn't notice that they were heading towards a wall, neither did Saras, but that goon, that poor guy on the trolley, did. "Ahhh! Hey, you crazy people, stop! STOP! We are going to die, dammit!" The scream alerted both Bhavneet and Saras. As they looked ahead, their eyes widened in unison - oh no! Both of them jumped in opposite directions, and the trolley, still with the guy, collided with the wall. The sound was so loud that Saras flinched. "RIP," Bhavneet heard Saras whisper, and he stifled a laughter from breaking out. He helped Saras stand up, and both of them went back to fighting.

Just then, they heard gunshots, and a guy in a black suit flew inside, probably from someone's kick. Then they saw Manish, who had come to India to make preparations for their arrival, running towards them with one of Bhavneet's team members from headquarters. Each of them was laced with firearms. Bhavneet saw the agents had a thin layer of sweat on their foreheads, indicating they had fought. Although their breathing was even, a result of their years of training.

He turned to Manish, "Took you long enough." He commented in passing. Manish just rolled his eyes, very much used to his antics.

Bhavneet ignored him and went to his car with Saras. "So, how was it?" He asked while buckling his seatbelt. "Crazy, that was absolutely crazy. I'm not doing that again." Saras whispered, his hands tightening around the seatbelt, his voice dripping with horror. Bhavneet chuckled softly. The boy hated violence but used to love sparring with him and his Bhaiya; he would remember everything soon. He believed in Saras.

Bhavneet looked at Saras with a teasing smirk, "But you can't deny the fact that the plan was a success. We got you out safely, and we also captured a lot of goons. I think it's a win-win situation." He said, pleased. "It was my father's idea, right? But you said he is a sweet person." Saras asked, wide-eyed. Bhavneet found that cute. "Yes, I indeed said that because it is true. Your father is sweeter than honey and as tough as a nail, depending on which side you fall on." Bhavneet explained as he stopped the car. He looked outside through the window and saw the Suryavanshi Mansion in front of him; he turned to look at Saras and saw him frowning deeply. "This place looks familiar." The latter mumbled softly. "This is the most familiar place for you, Saras; this is your home." Bhavneet said as they drove through the main gate and got out of the car.

The security greeted Bhavneet familiarly and looked at Saras in shock but went away when Bhavneet gestured him to.

Saras was quiet. Bhavneet could tell he was deep in thoughts and was probably overthinking.

"Suru?" Saras looked at him, startled. "Yes?"

"Everything is going to be alright, trust me. Relax, okay." And Saras did relax a little; Bhavneet would take that as a win. "Thank you, Neet Uncle." Saras said and hesitantly held his pinky finger in gratitude. Bhavneet smiled endearingly and blinked to hide the surfacing moisture in his eyes. Saras used to love hugs; the boy would hug them the moment he saw them. And they used to wait to get hugs from him; his hugs were the best, but now... The boy was hesitant to make even little contact. Bhavneet composed himself. He needed to look on the brighter side; Saras was taking the initiative to hold his pinky; it was just his pinky, but it was progress.

Bhavneet squeezed his hand and led him to the front door. He took a deep breath, Let's do it, and pressed the doorbell.

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