SNAPPED & HURT

The black Rolls Royce was parked in aviation ramp as he alighted the car, followed by her. All fit in her shoes and able to walk. The plane came infront her vision, followed by guarded men whose faces were as stoic as that of a psychopath who had never experienced any sort of emotion. Their eyes masked with ray-bands and hands held sniper. Body taut, jaw set, perfectly attentive. Her grey eyes were caught up analysing them as she continued to walk but suddenly her foot struck in the trolley that carried luggage and she fell down, twisting her ankle again. "Ahh," She winced, her palms rubbed against the rough ground. The next second, her arm was caught in a vice like grip, she was brought on her feet and then she was in air. His firm arms around her as he held her bridal style. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Puzzled, she stared at him. Second time. This was the second time, she had closely looked in his eyes. Under the sun, the grey glimmered and tuft of his thick lashes shadowed his