He is famous. She is simple, bubbly, full of life girl.
He is rude, utterly rude and arrogant. She is known for her sweetness.
He is a womaniser. She stays away from guys.
He kills. She saves.
He's a mafia lord. She's a bartender.
What happens when...
We were sitting in his car. He hadn't started to drive. I was staring at him shocked and he was looking at me impatiently.
"You! That Johnny Bravo guy....kilograms?? KG!", I blabbered some nonsense as I still couldn't believe he was sitting beside me and he was the one who rescued me.
Just then, the gun firing started outside and he turned away from me.
"We don't have time for this", he spoke as he twisted the key in the ignition and pressed the accelerator to the fullest extent.
I hadn't even buckled up so I experienced a jerk as soon as the car started moving.
"Buckle up", he said concentrating on the road. I was so clueless. I had no idea what was going around me. I took a deep breath and looked front.
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The black clouds were hovering in the sky and it had started to get dark. It seemed as if it was going to rain, as a strong wind was blowing outside making the leaves of the trees flutter and tiny droplets of water were falling on the windshield. I loved this kind of weather but right now I was so much in shock, and so much out of sense that I didn't care about the weather outside. I sighed and buckled myself up because I had no idea when this guy would start driving this car like a jet! Actually it was already a jet like car but still....
It was starting to get dark and I was with a stranger, leading to god knows where.....isn't it enough for me to freak out?
I looked at the interiors of the car. I hadn't dreamt of owning a Bugatti or even sitting inside it or touching it!
Today is weird....
I looked at KG. He looked so normal, as if these things happen in his life daily. He had no expression on his face and looked serious as ever as he continued driving the car down the highway surrounded by woods. He looked different. I mean....back at the bar, he was that cool, handsome hunk, chucklesome, casual, spoilt, chill bro types guy and now he was.......he was different - arrogant, stern, focused, dangerous, man of few words.....but still handsome.
"Who are you?", I asked him curiously once again but he still didn't reply me back.
"Cop, officer, military man, gangster?", I started guessing but he won't utter a word.
I rolled my eyes sighing in disbelief and leaned back on my seat.
"Listen....thank you for rescuing me but I would love it if you drop me home. Where the hell do you think you're taking me?", I asked him frustrated but he didn't care to answer me back. I was freaking out here and this man was showing tantrums being silent. Annoyed, I pressed the horn continuously.
His expression grew sterner. He yanked my hand away and stopped the car. He got out of the car and walked across to open the door for me.
"You wanna leave.....just leave!", he yelled frustrated, not even looking at me.
