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I was all prepared to shoot her,to shoot that traitor who dared to think that she could outwit me. Me,Rudra Pratap Ranawat,who was feared by even the mightiest of them.
With those innocent eyes swimming with tears,with the fake frightened expression she sported,wanting to sway me,I wanted to take her life away then and there. I remembered how my father used to keep saying that beautiful women were not to be trusted and my anger increased proportionally.
And there she was standing defenceless in front of me and with just a pull of a trigger ,I could have ended everything.But why did I get this strange feeling every time I looked at her ? This feeling that I had to protect her. Protect ? Why would I want to protect this girl whom I didn't even know ?
Why was I getting this feeling that the innocence was true ,that she was just as delicate as she looked. Delicate ? Why would I care even if she was ?
Why did I want to remove that fear from her face ? To just have my arms around her,feel her warmth and the intoxicating scent of her.
What was this irrational feeling I had when she was just another one of those traitors I loathed ?
What was this inexplicable emotion I was feeling and why did I stand there motionless ,looking at her,when all I had to do was end her ?
Why ? Why ? Why ? And I realised that I had no answer.
