Love Across Time

Chapter 31

Panchaali pushed the door to her room open, darkness greeted her.

What  a mess life had become, how could she develop this feelings, was out of her understanding, liking not one but five men.

The mere thought made her lose her mind.

She walked in, her heart felt heavy like someone had kept a metal weight on it making it difficult for her to think.

Her mind and heart were at war, making her heart thud in her chest wildly.

The air zinged as a whistling sound cut through the air, giving a her a moments warning, on instincts she moved back.

A sword cut through the air, sailing across the room while it embedded in the wall next to her head.

Adrenaline pumped through her, making her breath heavily as she looked at the sword that was embedded on the wall.

Her gaze moved from the sword to the dark figure ahead of her. Shock thrummed through her making difficult for her to think straight.

The twilight of the moon glinting off the shiny blade, she gulped, had she not moved back her head would have been detached off her neck a moments ago.

She felt the air behind her move, her years of training kicked her, she lowered her head, the shadowed figure growled while the sword missed her head.

Annoyance flooded through her making her want to bang the man's head.

Life was already kicking her butt and this useless people were annoying her to no end.

Attacking at night? Like seriously?

What did they think she was? A damsel in distress? Who would go running and screaming for help?

This damn stereotypes regarding women was proving to be more of trouble than she liked to deal with.

Her fists clenched, as she turned around faced him.

Ready to get over with him.

"I will kill you!" He snapped, his voice gruff.

"Yea sure and like I am going to play ludo while you do that." She snapped back, sarcasm dripping off each words while she cracked her fingers. 

The sound of it filling the air.

Panchaali glared at him, her hands fisting by her sides.

Stretching her arms, a yawn passing through her mouth. Maybe this is what she needed? Cracking a few heads open.

The idea of it making her smile.

He growled pulling his hand back and aimed at her face, her hand wrapped around his fist twisting his hand at an odd angle.

A loud agonising howl left his mouth, tears tracing down his cheeks making his bottom lip quiver.

"Didn't your mother teach you that don't raising your hand on a woman is unmanly?" She snapped, her voice cold, the man shouted while he felt his muscles strain painfully while she continued to twist his hand.

Panchaali's jaw set while she pulled his pointer finger in an odd angle, the man screamed on top of his voice as the sickening sound of the bones snapping filled the air.

Hot sharp agony shot through him making him wither in pain.

"For what reason should I beat you? Because you came to kill me? Or because you came alone? I am a damn RAW agent, one of the best, and you come alone? Like seriously dude? " She questioned sarcastically, sounding highly offended.