Just a moment Ma'am

Author’s POV

On the other hand, Shweta stood frozen and paralyzed, her eyes widened in terror. The world seemed to slow as fear clutched her heart, casting an icy spell that left her motionless amidst the haunting silence.

In front of Shweta, stood a strikingly beautiful woman clad in gym attire which included a sports bra, shorts and athletic shoes. Her body bore the evidence of her exertion with a sheen of sweat that glistened on her body. In this moment of post-workout glow, she stood as a testament to the resilience and strength cultivated within the confines of the gym.

It was not her beauty or her strength that caught Shweta’s attention. It was the pistol on her right hand which she had held in a tight grip. The gym wear and the deadly weapon altogether painted a different art in Shweta’s mind. Maybe it was the extremely casual as well as firm way that she had held the weapon that made Shweta realize, she is well-trained. Not just gym training but altogether a different kind of