Different Shades Of HIM. #Wattys2017
"Please sir, don't do this to me, it is only he who has been left behind my parents, if anything happens to him, I can't afford it."
I fell on my knees, folding my both hands in begging position to show him my vulnerability to just let go of my baby. My entire body's shivering not because of the cold weather, but of my heart wrecking sobs with my silent tears of pleads that are uncontrollably cascading down my cheeks to just hold my baby in my arms who has been weeping continuously in the arms of another man, standing a bit right behind the man, I am begging to return my baby to me. So, I can go home and forget all the horrible things occurred to me today.
But he just kept staring at me with an unreadable expression on his stoic face, which send chills down my spinal column.
I literally can't make myself to stare at him more than a few seconds because of his intimidating big black eyes and corpulent body, to say the words, which are already threatening to come away from my throat anytime, to tell him, to let us go.
"Get up, love!" He said at the first time in his deep gruff voice that made me want to get far away from him, as soon as possible and never see him again.
But, the fear of loosing the only precious person of my existence kept me rooted on my knees.
"Get in the car little one, right now, if you don't want to see your baby getting hurt."
he ordered me sternly while bending down to offer me his hand.
All I can do was, just keep staring at his offering hand wishing my dead parents if they can save us from him.
He looked at her attentively.
Sitting quietly on the top step of stairs of an isolated temple, clutching something or rather someone indulgently with her small hands, perhaps a kid.
He muse throughly.
He then exhaled sharply.
An unparalleled innocence written all over her face.
"Imraan, follow her!" he ordered nodding at her direction without gazing away from her.
"Certainly sir!" Said Imraan grinning.