Braveheart {A Virat Kohli AU Fanfiction}

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Anusha

Numb hands, ice cold feet, and my body trembling with fear with every sharp breath I took; I stood in the alley, all alone, against the three of them.

I was held back by the two of them, making it nearly impossible for me to escape their strong grip. The third one held a gun, pointing straight at me.

What would you do, if you were in my shoes?

Firstly, I had no idea who these men were. They were surely no thugs. They were strong... muscly strong, with the physique of an athlete.

Did they want my money? - No. My purse was lying on the ground, and they hadn't even touched it.

Then, were they planning to rape me? - I don't think so.

I was just held in a place, with my arms behind me, while a man held a gun, aiming my face.

"Last wish, Anusha?" He asked. I wondered how he knew my name. I didn't remember seeing him, or any of these men before.

"Who are you?" I managed to ask, with whatever voice I could find.

His lips pursed into a thin line; and my heart clenched, as he curved 'em into a sly grin. He ran his fingers over his buzz cut hair.

"That's not a wish," He said. He was now getting on my nerves.

"What do you want from me? I don't even know you!" I spat. I was frustrated. And more than that, I was scared. These men, they were trained in judo, karate... whatever you call it. My self-defense skills were nothing in front of them; who seemed like trained fighters, and held guns like professionals.

"Let me go!" I cried, with tears brimming in my eyes. I was struggling every second to set myself free. Although I knew, that the end of this, was not gonna be good.

"Shh! One more word, and I'll pull this trigger." He warned. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened, as he spoke.

By then, I had given up on struggling. I was coming on terms with the fact, that this was it.

"You don't know me; but I do know you, Anusha. And I knew your  father..." He spoke in an awfully calm tone.

My father.

His face flashed in my mind in an instant. But before I could process what he meant, I heard the sound of the trigger being pulled.

No.

I gasped.

This was it... the end. I was going to die.

Was I prepared for it? - I don't know. I mean, who's prepared for death?

My heart was thumping out of my chest. I had set myself loose; and my mind was shutting down. All I could think of, was my mother. And I wondered if she would ever be able to find out how I died. My heart broke at the thought.

At that moment, my mind, and my body had surrendered. I didn't even want to fight back, for I knew, I had no chance. So I awaited the sound of the gunshot, convincing myself, that this was how I was going to die. There was no escaping it.

I closed my eyes shut, and took a deep, shaky breath...

And the next thing I heard, was a gunshot being fired.