The stalking.

The beat of my heart scared the shit out of me. I knew I was going to be murdered. Why on Earth did I have to act so smart.

'Aaah! sorry, sorry!'

He held my wrist and pulled it backwards. All my collected evidences fell to the ground. It hurt so bad. I had to stop the tears flooding my eyes. I had acted brave so far, and so will I. I cant let him see my....

'Please please stop it'

......fear.

' Explain!' he ordered.

I had to make up something. Quick.

'My sister is missing for the past 3 weeks. Aaaaaaah'

Clearly my story didnt work. He was way to smart.

'Do you have an explaination lady? '

I didnt have an answer. I sighed. I knew what was coming. I should have sensed it. Stalking a man with gun was no great idea. Shit.

He loaded the bullet. The triggering sound was killing me. My breathe got heavy. I had a plan. I had to do it now. Had to do it before the brain stops working.

Now! I lifted my left leg, tried hit hard his torso, I had only fraction of a second, my left hand he was still holding although he was on the floor now, clearly it had hurt him.

Be strong Riya. I pounced on him. Hit his head. Quick. The revolver. His grip was already loosened. It was not as difficult as I feared. In a second the gun was in my hands.

Be strong, I repeated. My hands were shaking. This was the first time. I heaved. I bent low to recollect the files he threw.

'Get UP!' I told the rascal. He had no option. He was hurt. The gun was in my hands. He knew his plan was foiled. The police station was nearby. It was a three minutes walk. The files were in my hands . I was safe.

'COME' I screamed.

Perhaps, I can call the police here. Or should I walk him there. I have to be carefull.

His face showed fear. He was caught. I didn't want to turn behind. What if he was acting.

'Riya, get back. We will handle him from here'

Around five to six police men circled him and one held his hands. 

I was still scared to lower the gun. The senior constable watched him get into the police van, then turned towards me,

'Thank you Riya, it was very clever of you to inform us in the morning. We have checked his information. He is a professional hacker. He had plans to hack our foreign policy record. You will be needed. Thank you'

She smiled. It was all worth it. She wanted rest. Tomorrow was her police qualification test. Maybe the senior constable sees her there and qualifies her quick.

She handed over the files and walked back.

She had stories to tell.