“DRIVE!!!!!”
Were my words, following the slamming of the door and the hooting of the crowd . If that does not define chaos then, I don't know what else possibly could.
“Sir, I can't move forward.” The chauffeur spoke in panic, drops of sweat rolling down his face.
Natasha and Damian appeared unbothered {much to my surprise}. They buckled their seat belts in synchronization, and even leaned into their seats at the same time.
On the other hand, I shared the same look with the chauffeur. The panicky, ‘afraid for my lifeʼ look. I was afraid for my life because, the unusual herd of people were a few seconds close to tearing the car apart. Some of them had started pounding their hands against the car windows, at both sides.