A/N: y/n means "your name," so you can substitute your name wherever it mentions "y/n." 

In this story, you are a 25 year old woman, travelling in a bus which was clearly not getting you anywhere closer to your bed at your home after a very tiresome day. 

*

You were there when the bus was hijacked. And you were there when the leader of the criminal gang was shot by one of his own. You were also there when CID couldn't save the passengers of the hijacked bus as they had to give in to the hijackers' demands of a new bus. 

Just when you thought all was lost, a man wearing a leather jacket in Mumbai's humidity (fuddu fashion), who you could only assume was a CID officer and not a model (even if his looks screamed otherwise), jumped into the bus and fought some of the goons on guard at the door, only to be taken hostage himself.

You thought of doing something to hopefully catch the goon off-guard long enough for the officer to snatch the gun or something, but that was quite difficult when there was a literal gun to your head.

Nevertheless, there you go, "hey hot-shot, suicide hi karna tha toh iss sheher mein ek achhi jagaah bata sakti hu. Sagar ka naam suna hai?"

The goon was caught off-guard, so the officer just took his chances and kicked the gun out of his hand and took him down. 

The suave guy took on the other 2 men that were currently trying to tackle him to the ground, but continued talking to you, "mai sirf Sagar bhai ko jaanta hu. Aur voh uchch-koti ke artist aur majnu hain. Unki gadhe-ghode wali painting dekhi hai aapne? Thanks by the way."

"Welcome! A man of culture, I see. Vaise dono hi Sagar dho dete hain," you replied playfully as you poked your favourite pen into a man's neck and kicked him in the balls to take him down when you had seen him approaching the officer who was fighting the other 2.  

The driver tried to warn the goons, probably to take some attention off the two of you so you could gain an upper-hand, but he was shot, and next was your turn, because the gun was now pointed at you.

If you were going to die, then this was the day yay.

But before the guy could pull the trigger, the officer surrendered to them.

Great! You had been used a freakin' bait.

"Hey I could have taken that shot. I am a-" You tried to say more indignantly than you were going to admit.

"Sure, shortie. Dream on," he chuckled as he was walked past you. 

"Rude!"

But soon you found yourself being dragged by the leader of the gang, the seriousness of the situation now growing on you.

They made the oficer drive the bus, so that he won't be able to do anything else. You, on the other hand were unceremoniously dumped near the driver and were now actively trying to save him. You had had some training in first-aid and were now more than thankful for that. There was also thankfully a first-aid kit in the bus, which came in very handy, to say the least. 

You tried to get up to get your water bottle for the man, but were kicked hard when they saw you trying to get up, making the officer let out a low growl in anger. 

Um not sure if this is the right time but damn that was kinda hot.

*

The driver was doing much better now after being patched up by you a little and having the water that a passenger had been kind enough to deliver to you guys. The officer had sneaked a small ear-piece to you, which was now perfectly hidden under your open hair. 

"You're a pathetic bus driver," you whispered to Kavin. 

"Yeah wasn't exactly trained for that ya know?"

Your lips are wonderful at driving me insane though.

"Fair enough."

"Hey, I need you to cause a distraction. Steal a gun if you can," Kavin whispered into your ear-piece.

"Yes, sir." 

kiNkY 

You decided flirting with whatever guy was standing guard on your head would be a safe enough move, hopefully giving you a chance to steal the gun in his pocket (no pun intended), so you did just that.  

"Hey," you tried making conversation, seductively "pata hai aaj agar mai marri na, toh mai at least keh sakungi ki tumhaari hotness ne literally mujhe maar diya."

Yeah now there were two guns in his pants...

You were hoping the disgust in your mind wasn't showing on your face but apparently it was because you soon found the boss aiming his gun at you, making you slide back onto the floor.

"Wow man you suck at flirting," the officer chuckled in your ear.

"Yeah wasn't exactly trained for that ya know?" you sassed back.

"Fair enough."

*

Few more minutes had passed and you were kinda growing tired of this whole ordeal. I mean this wasn't exactly a scheduled event...You just wanted to curl up on your bed with chai and a few books and your pets curled up next to you. ]

But you were soon brought back to reality by Kavin singing into your ear-piece and trying to get you to see something.

"Idhar chala mai udhar chala

jaane kahaan mai kidhar chala 

arey phisal gayaaa."

Shit. That's what it was. The brakes had failed. Much like bagal wali judgemental aunty ka gay Chintu. 

"Yeh tune kya kiyaaa," you completed the song for him. 

Your eyes met his through the rear-view mirror. A reassuring nod from you was all it took and you two just knew what you had to do. 

The officer started singing a little louder this time, trying to get the leader to front door, "dum dum deega deega, mausam bheega bheega." 

"Dum dum deega deega mausam bheega bheega," you joined in. 

He steered the bus towards a dead point.

"Arey re re tu toh gira, tu toh gira, tu toh gira," you guys sang as the tension of the inevitable hung in the air. And just like that, the bus hit a giant rock just near the cliff that led to a 200m drop into the cold waters and rocks, which were just waiting to kill. 

The impact made the officer go unconscious as he hit his head on the wheel, and a "haye allah," from the leader was all you heard before you were dragged to the stairs that descended from the front door, with a gun to your head. 

*

This is the time for the climax. The shoot-out. 

Yus.

You stood outside with your face to your potential shooter. His back was towards  the now-unconscious officer in the driver's seat. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see the whole CID team standing with their guns drawn towards the guy who held you hostage, but he was still inside the bus so he was pretty safe. 

There were shooters perched up on high rocks all around the area; their guns aimed towards each team member. 

Even on the verge of death, you couldn't help but shout out in glee, "IT'S FINALLY HAPPENINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG."

This took your captor by shock and this time window was all you needed to pull out your gun from your pocket. 

Just on cue, the CID officers pointed their guns on every other shooter in periphery, so fast that it was worthy of being another center fruit ad. 

You were all in somewhat of a dead-lock now. There was a gun trained on every single person in that area. 

"What the fuck. Where did she get that from!??!?"

But the tone of voice didn't phase you as you casually called out to the guy whom you had previously been flirting with, "ey kutriyaaa. Tera pocket maari maiii ehehee."

This just riled up the boss even more, making him throw a very child-ish gaali at you. "Kutti."

"Madarchod," you gave it back. 

Oof.

"Haraamzaadi."

"Bhosadpappu."

And thus continued your verbal fight. It wasn't really helping anyone but it did buy you some desperately needed time. 

But just when you thought you were going to run out of insults to throw, you heard the "unconscious" officer's voice through your ear-piece. 

"Maaru kya isse?"

And you easily dropped all charades and talked to him clearly, your eyes still looking into your captor's though; "sir aapke maarne ke confidence mein hi mai gaali de rhi hu," which confused the captor to great extent; but his confusion was also short-lived as his eyes went wide as he found that he was being choked by a leather jacket around his neck, and had your gun aimed at his head. 

So that's what the jacket was for...

*

The bad guys had been cuffed, and you and the officer who must-not-be-named were met with a thunderous applause from the team and all the passengers. Well this is a nice payback for having to sing in a public place (oof the embarrassment). 

You all were waiting for the ambulances but you just couldn't pass up an opportunity of taunting a "loser villain" when you saw one, and apparently neither could the whole CID team.

Because as soon as y'all saw the men being taken away, you sang:

"Ek din marr jaayega 

kutte ki maut

jag meinnn sab kahenge 

marr gaya madarchod

la la lalla laaaa."

LOL what a day!

*

You were finally in the ambulance, sitting with the officer who had just saved your ass...

The painkillers had made you both kinda droopy and you were fighting to stay awake. 

"So I never got your name," you said through a yawn. 

"Sr. Insp. at CID. Nice to meet you," he said flashing you a sleepy smile.

"Naam kya hai sir? Naam! Biodata nahi maanga."

"Hot-shot Khanna, as you named me earlier this morning."

"Ugh, mr. Khanna. You suck," you pouted a little, "I am y/n. But you can just call me 'the bigger and better person' hmph."

He laughed a little and offered a hand-shake. "Kavin Khanna. Nice to meet you." 

You took his hand, mellowing out a lil. "Tum bohot achhe ho. I like you." Bhagwaan jaane yeh pain killers ka nasha tumse kya kya bulwa dega. You didn't really seem to care how weird you came off, but you could see Kavin's smile getting bigger and the sparkle in his eye getting more prominent, so you had done something right then you guessed.

You now addressed the nurse/paramedic sitting in the ambulance with you, who seemed to have heart emojis for eyes whenever she looked over at you two. "Hey before I pass out, is there any chance we could have adjacent beds," you mumbled to her through a yawn. 

Her warm reply of "that can be done, I think," was what you heard before you dozed off on Kavin's shoulder, snuggling into his jacket. 

"It's a date then," he whispered in your ear as he kissed your cheek politely and went to sleep himself, snuggling into you. 

Kaisan ba?