Tonight he is feeling surreal. A mission was accomplished, a privilege was attained and a secret was nurtured to see its revelation in the best form. He nudged the bedroom door and his eyes were delightful seeing someone whose presence here made him...
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She had a fiancee.
The woman who caught his attention for the first time was already betrothed to someone else.
How ironic life could play with him?
He was ready to overthrow his own pledges, the rules of his profession, and everything for her, and here she was all set to marry another man.
However, why should it bother him? He had played a third wheel so many times for his missions. Masab's good looks always prompted the secret agency to seek him to either play a heartthrob or act as an attention seeker to get the necessary information they required. Quite recently, he made the pampered daughter of that Turkish Mafia, Ceylan, fall head over heels for him by almost betraying her fiance. That was so funny yet absurd that something that was a complete drama and work for him was coming in front of him for real.
But that wasn't a mission now. It was real life. Andaleeb was an innocent and lovely girl who wasn't part of any operation for him. Yes, at first he aimed for innocent people, but they were a way justice could be served to more victims. Masab always worked fairly, even in disguise as well.
Love. Perhaps it would bring his doom, but he would love to get burnt by its flame.
In the past, smartly putting trackers in Andaleeb's phone once they came across each other in a New York hotel, Masab made his work easy. Back in Pakistan, he began following her. He gained information about her and became a secret admirer of her. He sent her text messages, and he was stunned when she replied to him. He gave her gifts anonymously as well. Substantiating his belief that she was a daring girl who would find fun out of anything, a weird message exchange between her secret admirer and her commenced.
She was perhaps just thinking of all this as fun after getting suspicious and unresponsive in the beginning. When the things were in their initial stages, Andaleeb even scolded him as well. But for a while, she wanted to see him. She wished to see the person who knew so much about her and helped her in different situations as well. Maybe she thought he was a helper. Or perhaps someone who she was familiar with, but he was playing with her to guess.
Whatever she was thinking was very mild compared to what was happening in actuality. The reality attached to him as Agent A was scary and dangerous. And she was slowly becoming a part of it unknowingly. But Masab wouldn't care about it. He had laid his eyes on her, and she had come across him. This was enough for him to chase her. Because she was his to be called, and his soul had already claimed her soul.
He was selfish, a stalker, or a player, but that was what he was. He wasn't a saint, and he didn't claim to be one either. All his life, none caught his attention. Marriage was inevitable for him. But in the past, it was a commitment without love. His profession didn't stop him from it. Love would come his way as a spy because, according to his boss, it would make anyone emotional and someone very special to him. But Masab knew that wasn't the case. He knew how to keep emotions separate. That was the reason he was okay with his cousin Hoorain's proposal for him. Love was a game of losers until he saw Andaleeb, and it changed everything.
