Tangled Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

It was twilight. Sun had already drowned but moon was almost unseen. Harsh wind went through the green forest at the two side of the road effectively ruffeling his unruly hair as he continued to drive his black sleek v8 cruiser. 2 other black cars filled with his men followed him. A team of security and his third in command was already at the address he was headed to.

His hair was wild, his eyes had a look of predator. He was going to settle some matter on the outskirts of the Delhi. He ruled the city. Everything was in his power.

But suddenly another group another Mafia had of southern part demanded him to come to a meeting. They wanted a part in this city too.

Fools! He scoffed.

Did they really think they could demand from me?

A person from whom each and everyone was scared of. They will learn in the hard way. He thought with a evil smirk.

His smirk was wiped off instead a alarm look came on his face when he suddenly saw a lean figure coming infront of his car. He turned the car left hurriedly to avoid hitting it and stopped the car with a jerk.

He was angry. Furious. How dare someone cross his road like that? He quickly got out of the car and went towards the figure that was clad in red knee length suit and trousers. She was lying on the road her dark honey brown long hair was covering her face and her half of her figure. His men following him.

He grasp her arm and hauled her against him. His breath hitched in his throat noticing her features. Her arm felt soft in his grip. She was pale more than normal, her hazel eyes framed by long dark lashes were half lifted Panic, fear was evident in them. She was panting, her pale lips were opened.

He suddenly forgot his surroundings and the reason of him being here as he slipped his left arm around her waist holding her to himself and cupped her face wanting to look at her face. Her shaking pale bloody hand took a hold of his collar.

Just then he noticed that her hands were bloody, her forehead had a nasty wound, her lips had a slight cut.

"Pl-Please s-save me." Her voice was low almost as the sound of air as it continued to blow.

He took a hold of her face firmly. "What happened? Who are you?"

He knew she was not in a state of answering questions. But he wanted to know about her. Know what made her so pale or rather who. She gasped in fright when they heard loud footsteps and yelling indicating that few people were coming.

Her body began shake as tears started pouring from her now glossy hazel eyes. She tried to say something but couldn't find her voice. She pushed her face in his chest trying to hide from the coming danger.

Something pierced in his heart when he was her shaking in fear. He didn't wanted her to be frightened atleast in his presence. He gladly wrapped his arms when she pushed herself in his chest trying to hide. What made you so scared, kitten?

When the sound of yelling and footsteps became louder his men circled them their hands quickly went towards their back where they had gun.
He protectively held the girl closer to him hiding her face in his chest about whom he didn't know anything.

A stranger

A ethereal stranger

A kitten seeking protection in the grip of a lion. How ironic! He thought as he continuously gaze at her. His one arm was around her with a gun and another was firmly on the back of her head.

Three men came towards them holding knives and guns. They looked like local goons. "That girl is ours." One of them hollered bravely. Although they were scared shitless.

He raised a brow at their statement. "Alive" He commanded his men and picked up the limp girl in his arms walking towards his car with two of his men. They knew what to do. Their boss, their king had ordered them to capture those foolish men alive. Those frivolous men thought it was wise to talk to him like that.

He got in the back of his car gesturing his man to take the wheel. He looked at the unconscious pale girl in his arms.

Leaving a meeting with a potential rival to save a just a mere girl that could be your enemy, just what are you doing?

Enemy. Suddenly that word seemed bitter to him. He didn't want her to be his enemy. He looked ahead and ordered the man taking the passenger seat to call his second in command and give the phone to him.

"Mansoor. Call Faisal back. We are returning." His command was short and to the point not wanting to describe or show the storm that was harbouring in his chest.

How could he feel like that?

Just how could she sleep calmly in his arms when he is the epitome of danger?

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