Ishq-e-Watan

Chapter 75- The Danger Lurking

CHAPTER 75

THE DANGER LURKING

Faizi glanced up at the faint knock from the weekly arms and ammunition report he was reading. He stood up, opening the door. Monami.

"Hi", he said, leaning against the door. He smiled slightly. "Karan se milna hai?"

To his surprise though, she shook her head. "Aa-Aapse."

"Humse, mahutarma? Arey", he said, taking a step back and letting her in. "Bataiye. Kya kar sakte hain hum aapke liye?" She swallowed nervously, fiddling with her fingers. He paused. She was almost withdrawn, much like the state he saw her in the training room. He frowned. Is therapy really taking that much of a toll on her? "Monami... are you okay?"

She jerked her head down in a nod. "C-Can you t-teach me how to sh-shoot?" He tilted his head. "S-Silencer ke s-saath." She shook her head. "I know... I know aa-aapka k-kaam z-zyaada ho j-jaayega and-"

"Beshaq, mahutarma", he interrupted softly. She smiled a little, and he smiled back, patting her head affectionately. "Shaam ko 5 baje chalega?" She nodded.

The door behind them, and they turned. Karan raised an eyebrow. "Kya chal raha hai?" He asked.

Monami opened her mouth. "Har cheez jaanne ki zaroorat nahi hai tumhe", Faizi interrupted. Karan's eyes narrowed and he smirked slightly, leaning against the desk behind him. "Monami..." She looked up at him. "Hum tumse milte hain? Aaj?" She nodded, waving to both of them before quickly leaving.

"Kya chal raha hai?" Karan asked again. "Kyun mil raha hai tu usse aaj?"

"Kaha toh sahi. Tumhe jaanne ki zaroorat nahi hai."

He blinked. "Par... kyun? Aisa kya hai?"

He smirked. It was amusing to rile him up. "Aapne hi kaha tha, Janaab, aapko har cheez Monami se related hume bataane ki zaroorat nahi hai? Toh hume bhi har cheez bataane ki zaroorat nahi hai."

"But that's different. Monami meri..."

Faizi raised his eyebrows. What? "Tumhaari... kya?" He prompted.

He huffed. "Mat bata", he snapped. "Itna kya secret hai?"

He chuckled a little. "Woh humaare paas isliye aayi thi kyunki who chahti hai hum use shoot karna sikhaye." Karan frowned, tilting his head. "Silencer ke saath. Hume nahi lagta woh gunshots tolerate kar paayegi." He nodded his understanding.

"Agar... Agar kisi din tu free nahi hoga, toh I can help", he offered. Faizi's smile widened. Karan huffed. "Chup kar jaa. Bakwaas mat soch." Faizi let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

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Darkness engulfed the room. Footsteps echoed in the eerie quiet that settled over it, nervous and hurried. They skidded to a stop in front of the desk and the man swallowed. "Sir... woh... ek khabar hai."

"Batao", the man behind the desk said softly, turning around.

"Sir, Sayed..." The man hesitated. "Woh... Woh mar chukka hai."

The man behind the desk- clearly the superior- opened the drawer and the standing man flinched violently, taking a step back. "Hume pata hai humaara beta shaheed ho chuka hai", he murmured. His gaze lifted to his. "Kaafi der se pata chala aapko yeh."

"Woh... academy mein..."

He leaned forward, keeping his elbows on the table. "Hume yeh batao. Kisne maara use?"

"Goli kisne chalai yeh nahi pata. Par kaun kaun involved hai... unmein se kuchh log pata hai. Special Agent Major Karan Shergill and Special Agent Major Faizuddin Siddiqui."