Prologue

She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. 

She was on the docks, the dark oily sea lapping against the steel pilings on one side while the abandoned warehouses with their broken, mangled structures lined the other end of the wharf. They looked like rickety monsters, with their glass eyes shot out, sporting a toothless hollow grin, dwarfing her. 

Her red, ornately embellished wedding dress, slowing her down. Her red dupatta  (stole paired on an Indian dress) sweeping the ground, wet and heavy with the slick and rust. With her service Glock 17 handgun, cradled in her sweaty hands, she was quite a sight to look at. 

She looked around for a sign. Her trained eyes scanned every nook and cranny. She saw a scrap metal plate lying broken and bent by the side of one of the warehouses. With swift strides, she walked up to it and used its sharp edge to cut the lower half of her dress unevenly. The hem now hung just above her knees. 

She was relieved with the freedom of movement it now gave her. Thank God, she had chosen Bellies. At least her feet weren’t protesting. Ditching her stole, she walked towards the shadows between the warehouses and the piles of shipping containers.

She knew that they had to be here. This was where everything had led her. She was sure her calculations were correct. She couldn’t go wrong. Not now, when lives were at stake. Lives of people she loved. She knew the kidnappers. They were dangerous assholes who would stop at nothing.

She thought about all the conflicts that she had faced with the love of her life. Many times breaking up and coming together again, until she couldn’t take the agony of separation anymore and chose to commit to a lifetime of togetherness.

Just as they were about to get married, he got kidnapped. Along with their friends! This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t lose them. Her entire life flashed in front of her eyes.

The shadows were getting darker. The sun was setting out over the Arabian sea and she had to be quick. 

As she went around the corner of a shipping container, a sudden forceful punch landed on her belly knocking the wind out of her. She gasped for breath. Before she could take any action,  within the next instant, another blow landed on her jaw. She slumped with the impact. 

She was losing consciousness as the gun was being pulled out of her hands. 

Someone snorted. “We hit the jackpot. The bitch is here in a sexy avatar. Let’s show her where she belongs.”

Men guffawed.

No… no… no… this can’t be! Please don’t let me faint God!  Not now, please… she fell into darkness and oblivion.

A/N

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