Pyaar Toh Hona Hi Tha

49.The Return Home

The night was unnaturally silent, with only the faint rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

The moonlight bathed the rugged terrain, creating shadows that danced around, playing tricks on the eyes of anyone who dared to look.

A small group of elite soldiers, clad in camouflage, moved stealthily through the darkness, their faces set in grim determination.

At the helm was Lieutenant Colonel Vikram Singh Shekhawat, a seasoned soldier with sharp eyes and a steely resolve.

The Grenadiers had received intelligence about a major terrorist hideout located deep in these mountains.

The mission was clear: infiltrate, eliminate the threat, and secure any confidential information the terrorists might have.

The stakes were high, and failure was not an option.

Vikram raised his hand, signaling his battalion to halt.

He scanned the area ahead with his night-vision goggles, his senses heightened.

Beside him, Lieutenant Colonel Keerti Shekhawat, his wife and one of the finest officers in the regiment, knelt, her rifle ready.

She glanced at Vikram, a silent question in her eyes.

He nodded once, and she moved ahead to scout the area, her movements fluid and soundless.

They had been married for over a decade, and in that time, they had fought many battles together, always trusting each other with their lives.

Their bond was not just of love but of a mutual respect forged in the fires of combat.

Tonight, that bond would be tested like never before.

The terrorists, unaware of the approaching storm, were busy in their operations, confident in their remote location's security.

The dimly lit room buzzed with activity, the hum of computers and murmured conversations creating a low din.

Weapons were stacked carelessly against the walls, and the smell of gunpowder lingered in the air.

In the corner of the room sat a large metal briefcase, heavily guarded and sealed with multiple locks.

This was their prize—confidential information stolen from government servers, containing sensitive details that could jeopardize national security.

Little did they know, The Grenadiers were coming for it.

Keerti returned to Vikram's side, whispering, "Four guards at the entrance, three more inside. One patrolling on the roof."

Vikram nodded, quickly signaling his men to fan out and take positions.

He and Keerti would lead the main assault, while the rest of the battalion secured the perimeter.

They had the element of surprise, and they intended to use it.

With a silent nod from Vikram, the operation began.

The first guard went down silently, a knife slipping between his ribs as he fell to the ground.

The second guard barely had time to turn before a silenced shot took him out.

The remaining guards were eliminated with precision, each soldier moving like a shadow, invisible and deadly.

Keerti led the charge into the hideout, her rifle spitting fire.

Vikram was right behind her, covering her as they entered the main room.

The terrorists scrambled, taken completely by surprise.