Takshika

08

08
Looking for the man who stole my heart.

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      One goes travelling around in the world, twisting the paths and going astray at times but my darling, you do return to where it all began.

       Even when you wish not to.

   The afternoon sun has started to fade; it's vibrant hues filling the canvas of the sky leaving its blue patches amongst orange and crimson.

        The jhumka cinckles as Takshika wears it through the piercing of her ear, a happy smile making a way on her matte red-tinted lips. Her curls jingled on her back and the red gorgette dupatta draped around her fluttered.

    She was always gorgeous but today, she was especially beautiful.

   Even from inside, she could hear the hustling and bustling of people, voices and sounds of dholakis and flutes.

               Her excitement shots up even more. Belonging to a rich conservative family and that too political, she had never really lived life. She has been appointed as an agent in a national community like this, while not many people could no the fact for privacy purposes, even her own mother had no idea.

     If she had, she would not ever be here.

     The old wooden door opens, revealing an angry, no, frustrated Misha trying to soothe her mind but feeling it hard to do.

    Takshika's eyes dart to Misha who enters without acknowledging her presence when she says, "Captain, aunt asked to go together with her!"

      She nods monotonously and then as she throws the shawl on the bed, she throws a small device towards Takshika, which she does not fail to catch. Her eyebrows raise in a puzzle and Misha tells, "What you suspect is what we all suspect, so for contact, " she moves to the door again and closes it. Then in a low voice, continues, "don't forget to take your pistol."

    Takshika nods with a smirk.

Misha walks to her suitcase to pull out her dress for the evening when she is stopped by Takshika's cheerful words, "so, are you not upset at me anymore? You know, no one can be angry at me for lon-"

       "You?" Misha turns to her, her eyes as if trying to read the girl in front of her.

            Some thing pinches at her when she finds her so beautiful, knowing she could never be so much pretty as she is. Scarless, unlike her. Why won't a man love someone as gorgeous as her?

         "Hmm?" Takshika tries to keep her smile.

      "Who do you love?" Misha asks, plainly and yet it instills a scintilla inside her.

       She does not know why but Ehan's smiling face flashes in her mind, so lovely and beautiful; her eyes itch as water fills them.

     She fakes a laugh. "Are you still-"

    "I love him. " Misha tells what she had always avoided to speak in words, always afraid if the feeling was not returned, people would laugh at her. She does not need to tell who.

     Takshika swallows.

       "I fell for him when we started to work together. " Captain Misha says, a faded smile of reminiscing memories on her face.  "Years before you." She tells, suggesting how they were far in terms of time. "There had been many cases and in only few, we went for a special agent. Our team was sufficient, mostly. "