Rawat was waiting outside the prime minister's office in Rashtrapati Bhavan, New Delhi. The PM had been skipping his demands all this time worrying about the upcoming state elections for Uttar Pradesh. Rawat's legs were shaking continuously with impatience. He started to feel uneasy. He couldn't wait longer since the fear of losing Zoya bothered him a lot. *God knows if she is alive or not.* Rawat was just closing his eyes and praying.
Then, some business heads sat right next to him from a foreign country. He recognized by looking at the white tone on their faces. The minister's office door opened. The earlier clients left and a lady with a saree came out. She seemed to be the one who fixed the appointments with the prime minister. "Mr. James and Parker, the president would like to meet you." Rawat stands up in a fit of anger. "I have been waiting for the past half an hour still I let it go. Now when they came after me, you are letting them go in before?" "I am sorry, sir. The PM has fixed an appointment with them earlier and likes to meet them before. You haven't fixed an appointment 1 day back." Rawat pushes the lady and barges towards the office. "sir, wait...", she shouts.
Rawat doesn't listen to her and pushes the doors open. He sees the prime minister on the desk puzzled at looking at Rawat. " Rawat, what are you doing here?", PM asks. "sir, we need to talk...". " Rawat, you can't barge in like that. Just go out. I have some guests to meet." the PM shouts. Rawat was surprised with the PM's loss of conscience at this grave moment. Then, a notification sound is heard from the PM's phone. The PM's eyes widen as his phone unlocks. It is a video. The PM was drinking and driving a car shirtless with a group of young girls sitting next to him. The PM held Rawat's hand and pulled him back. "how do you have this?" he whispers in Rawat's ears. Rawat goes close to his ears and whispers, "I gave you the car. How will I not know?"
The lady was with the guards and waiting at the door. The PM signals the lady to leave with the guards. The PM sits on his chair grunting with anger at Rawat. Rawat smiles at the dirty trick he played. " fine, Rawat. You have 10 mins to explain."
"Sir, recently we took out a covert operation to Pakistan. We found that Omar Faruq was trying to associate with Chang for creating a krygonium missile to kill thousands of people causing mass destruction. One of our RAW agents went into the mansion and attacked them. Chang was killed during the attack and she arrested Omar. She left with him but later got into an accident and disappeared from the site of the accident. One of our raw agents and I don't know the status of the rest two of them."
"Are you insane, Rawat? How can you do things without my permission? This is not the behaviour of a senior agent. I wanted to bring the relations between India and Pakistan closer but you have just increased the chances for it to get spoilt."
Suddenly, the telephone rings in the prime minister's office. "hello, it's General Kadir. Is Dube in?" the prime minister looks at Rawat, his jaw dropped. "yes. I would like to ask about prime minister Nawaz." "Oh, I am sorry. He has been arrested for not performing his duties properly. Currently, I am the head of the state. I can address your problems But I have called to inform another news?" "what is it?" "your monkey is with us." Kadir tells. The PM Dube and Rawat show dejected looks on their face. Rawat looks for a notepad beside him and starts writing on it to show the president what to reply. "we will be executing him within 3 days for trying to infiltrate government property and stealing classified information from the government. After this incident, I don't think we can get our relations closer." Kadir explained. Rawat put his hand over his head with disappointment. Prime minister tells, "I cannot stop you from killing him since he is in your country but I don't want to start another war"
"be clear about what you are asking, sir?" Kadir asked. "I want you to stop producing the Krygonium missile. Please it is capable of killing thousands of people." "what about your allies with Chinese forces? The contract on weapon development with their country is going pretty well. Will you stop that?" "We are just doing this to build relations between our countries." "We are doing the same, Mr. Dube. We are preventing the attack from such relations. Hope you understand. That's all I have to say, sir. I will take your leave. Bye." "Bye." PM and Rawat put their hands on their forehead facing downwards.
"So, you are telling me you will give me a better price for the missile I create and you would allow me to patent it?" Aasim asks speaking to the person on his phone. "yes.", he replies. The voice on the phone sounded really cold and rough. "may I know your name, sir?", Aasim asks. "Xin Cho, Chinese minister of national defence." Aasim started laughing loudly. He rolled on the floor. "so you want me to believe that?", Aasim asks. Then, he video calls Aasim and Aasim is surprised it's true. "our intelligence has reported about your missile. Trust me if you give it to us, you will be paid handsomely. The right price for the right missile." Aasim had such a bewildered look. He didn't know what was their role.
"I am sorry. I can't do it. I don't want to interfere in this." "Are you sure that's your decision ?" Xin asks again. "yes, it's final."
Then, the minister turns the phone by 180 degrees and he sees an old woman with a stuffed cloth in her mouth. Her hands and legs were tied with a rope. "MAA..",Aasim shouts. The minister then turns it back to his face. "now, tell me, what is your final decision?". He grins widely and Aasim starts crying. "ye..yes. I will do it." He hated himself for having his mother involved in it.
Suddenly, there were some shouting noises heard from above. "call me after 9 days. I should be the first one to know when the project is over.", the minister warned. Aasim was looking towards the other side to check if something went wrong. "yes, sir" he replied. Then, he heard noises of glass shattering. "Bye. Remember...". Aasim cut the call before hearing the minister's message completely.
He ran up the stairs immediately to check for the noise. As expected, he opened the storage room door. Just as he opened the door, Aasim's eyes widened. His legs were deadlocked. A knife just nicked his neck. Omar was holding the knife tight while Zoya fell on Aasim's legs. He ran and pushed Omar down to the ground. He tries to grab the knife from Omar's hands but they were too long. Omar rolled over and raised the knife. Aasim just held his hand before the knife would go piercing through his eyes. Zoya comes from behind and kicks Omar off Aasim. She kicks the knife from Omar's hand. Both get up immediately into a fighting stance. Aasim gets up with his eyes on the knife. He has to get it away from them. Aasim told, "Omar, stop don't do this now. You will get into trouble if you attack us." "first survive the trouble I will cause."
Zoya swings her hand at Aasim with her fist clenched while Omar ducks and punches her in the stomach. Zoya starts to lose her breath. Aasim dives over to the knife and Omar kicks it before his hand. He runs and grabs the knife, charging towards Zoya. Aasim blocks the way. AAHH!! He gets his hand slashed with blood dripping near his wrist. He gets kicked between his thighs and pushed aside hitting the wall. Zoya takes the chair in the room and smashes the tube light.
The knife shines in Omar's hands from the beam of light passing through the window. TAP!TAP! Omar starts swinging the knife toward the right. All he could see was the darkness ahead with the sunlight falling on his back and the sound of footsteps. He started panicking. He was swinging the knife around him. "WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? COME OUT NOW. I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU!!", Omar shouted. As soon as he turned towards the left, Aasim jumped behind him tying his hands together with a rope. Finally, he snatches the knife from his hands. *thank god, Zoya will be relieved.* He said to himself. "Zoya?" *where was Zoya?*. He sees the doors open. He just remembers he left his gun in his bedroom closet.
He slowly prowls like a tiger hiding to capture its prey with the knife in his hands. He hears the sounds of someone climbing the steps and hides near the door. He hears the footsteps slowly getting closer and his heartbeat increases. The door opens widely. "Aasim, I... Aasim, where are you?" "Hey." Zoya jumps back getting scared with her hands on her heart. Aasim hides his knife in his back pocket seeing her with the med box. "you scared me. Here, I got this for you."
"oh, I thought..." "What you thought?" "Nothing, forget it. Thanks." Aasim replies.
That was close. Very close.
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LAST MAN STANDING
General FictionIf you come across a point in life where you are supposed to choose between two things: Love or Ambition? what would it be? it would be something hard to choose. in this story, There is a young man called Aasim who likes to create weapons. in order...
