HIS LOST BELOVED

CHAPTER FIFTY TWO :- The Gunner

Abhay

"Where is Neitra?!"

I find myself dashing out of the home just the way I came few minutes ago.

"She went out for an emergency sir", I hear the security guard and my blood runs cold.

The entire city is consumed in flames and destruction. And she is out of the house? At this particular hour?

"What the fuck!" I grab my phone from the car.

Twenty seven missed calls from Neitra.

Shit. Shit.

I switch off the mute button. My phone was in silent the entire time.

"God, pick up Neitra", I beg but the ring to her phone dies down without her picking it up.

Fuck.

"Did she go to the hospital?" I ask the guard.

And as he nods I rush towards home, and to my locker. Grabbing something for protection.

I then rush towards my car. Not caring about the dangerous riots out there, I begin driving on the road while continuing to call her.

Please keep her safe. Oh lord.

I struggle from the same fumes on the road with which I returned home. And it keeps getting worse.

As I take the turn on the main road, I see a mob getting closer to me. The entire road is on fire, they didn't leave a single car unturned.

"Stop!" One of them screams. And runs towards my car with a cricket bat, ready to attack my windshield.

Rather I increase my speed in annoyance. My car accelerates towards the man, his rage converting to fear and in a fraction of second he jumps away from my car.

None of their shouts reach me, as I break all the speed limits and traffic signals. Crash onto all the barricades.

To reach to one person in particular.

My wife.

My heart pumps in my throat as I hear the chaos from outside of the hospital.

Rows and rows of ambulance arrive with burnt and wounded people from all over the city.

Grabbing the gun from the dashboard that I took out of my safe, I dash towards Neitra's department.

I push through all the people and running for their lives in the corridor and my mind screams only one name. Neitra.

The windows, strechers and medical equipments lay broken under my feet. I run through the stairs, threatening people that try to stop me.

And what I encounter next, fills me with pure ......rage.

"Leave me!" Neitra shouts at the men clutching her from sides.

My body freeze as I see another man ready to attack her with a iron rod.

And without thinking twice I aim the gun at them. Glaring like this might be their last day.

"Abhay?!" Neitra sighs.

The weapons drop from their hands and they look at me in shock.

Neitra pushes them and runs to me, the glass pieces crunching under her feet as she does.

"Oh Abhay", I clutch her and put her behind me.

"How. Dare. You. Touch. Her?"

I ask watching them pale, but before Neitra can stop me, the anger in me blows out. As I now begin to punch the man mercilessly who dared to walk towards her. His companions trying to protect him.