Masab Alavi
The first and only condition of my contract as a spy was not to fall into love.
I remained true to my pledge for most of my life and work. I considered love to be a distant emotion, something which was a touch me not for me. I never felt any change in heartbeats, staring nonstop and speedy breathing at anyone's sight. That gave me a feeling that maybe love was paranoid to me or I was paranoid about it. That was my victory. Not trampling into the valley of love was one damn of my triumph.
I heard once my Boss saying that love was for losers and that the ones who would take care of this emotion like their hell of a baby were the real craps. I considered his words true. Love was really useless. What did it lead to? To bind yourself to a woman and hear her tantrums and fulfill her demands? I deemed my work of disguising myself much more better than this love.
Well, I was wrong. For five years of my life as an undercover agent, I never thought of anyone more than necessary. I was goal-oriented and focused.
Love; A waste of time. Love; is a screw-up emotion. Love; something bum.
Until I saw her!
Until she fetched my doom with her.
She was like a radiant ray of sunrise who brought hope, good news, and resplendence with her. Wavering my every self-made promise and tearing every perceived intonation into chunks of heaped soil, she moved the cords of my heart, raced my heartbeats, smeared her amazing scent into my breaths, and relished my eyes with her beauty.
She was drop-dead gorgeous with a fiery attitude and tearing confidence. Having emerald green charming eyes, fair skin tone, beautiful curves, and long black hair, she did all the necessary effects to bring my doom.
Love at first sight? Maybe that was what it was. I never believed in it but now the sudden green forest which bloomed in my heart was evident for that one emotion.
"You can't fall in love with anyone, Agent A. Your job demands it and if you do, consider it as a betrayal."
My Boss's words were making a round in my ears but the commotion which was raising its head inside my heart sabotaged and camouflaged those sounds. I would do this betrayal happily. I would deceive his cause, his oath, and my promise if it meant the companionship of that girl who did something to my heart.
I was already living a divided life where I had many identities and names. One more wouldn't hurt me. But at that time, I wanted that girl more than anything else.
That was the snowy December in New York when I and Nelofer were sent to investigate and work against the trading of illegal drug business from NYC to Pakistan by one of the most influential drug dealers Red Tuna. Our mission was to stop this export and help our youngsters live a drug-free life by making every trial of drug dealing a complete failure. We acted as spies in their clubs and as workers in high officials mansions and warehouses as well. Our operation was going successfully as we got intimate and important information from deep within. We made their plan to trade drugs fail by exchanging drug reservoirs with a random raw material. That evening, I and Nelofer were trying to flee from the border by using a sea ship which shifted the people illegally from one place to another to disguise ourselves but fate wasn't in our favor that day.
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