A M E L I A

Ekaksh grabs my wrist and starts dragging me away from the eyes of everyone who gathered around us to enjoy the show I offered them. Not that I started the trouble, but she was going way out of her limits and crossing boundaries she shouldn’t even have touched. Noone raises their hands on my man and goes unharmed. I am not going to sit back and watch if anyone dares. 

They are going to be served with the same fate.

I don’t easily retort to violence, no. In fact, I am a preacher of peace, and believe firmly in the fact that if something can be done without the use of violence, why retort to it in the first place? But apparently, all my morals, all my beliefs bend and break when it comes to this man. 

He drives me nuts, makes me do stuff I would’ve never even thought to do in the first place. 

“Ekaksh, where are you taking me?” I question, not even trying to remove my hand from his hold. It’s been ages since we have held hands, since his skin touched mine, and I am definitely not going to leave any chance at having that.