Ranveer's Point Of View:
I finally got off the car and looked around. It all seemed so different or maybe it was my point of view.
Who knew?
I had already been torchured enough and I did not feel the need of getting myself into any more torchure.
"Come.", Rehan said as I followed him into the house.
"And when am I going to get the ammunitions, may I know?!", It was her voice. Cold. It was cold fury that spoke through her lips.
"There she is..", Rehan whispered as we walked in.
I could see her. She sat on something which looked more or less like a throne. Her hair, tied in an untidy bun and her eyes fixed on the man in front of her. She held the pistol in one hand while she rubbed it with the other.
The man sitting opposite to her stammered,
"Soon-soon, Queen.", He studdered as
