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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He felt nostalgic today.
Love was a feeling. An emotion. A beautiful and sweet pain which you enjoy to endure. It had different flavors and different colors and one would always like to live in those colors and relish those flavors.
True love only sought the contentment of seeing the one you love happy. When love touched the level extreme which would never see any coming back, the only thing that would keep you alive was the fact that the person who lived in your heart was fine. Love didn't need any physical connection, but if it got bestowed by one, it strengthened the bond, made it unbreakable, and added eternity to it.
That was what Masab found to be seeping in his insides since his love for her had found a worldly or physical thing associated with it. The love at first sight, to memorize every detail to make her portraits. To learn the way she walked, she laughed, cried, or even when she showed anger by watching his beautiful paintings, almost moving, walking ng, and speaking when he finally got her. And, now, her touch, scent, and taste; he memorized it all. After at last having the privilege to get the later most, now he couldn't even forget it. He wanted it again and again because he could never get tired of how the way she got affected what made him affected too.
Masab's phone rang, bringing him out of his thoughts. Seeing the name glowing over the screen, his eyebrows puckered. His eyes focused on the road as he adjusted the earbuds before attending the call.
"Sir!"
"How are you, A?"
"Fine, Sir."
"Hoping to find you completely all ears and focused on the new mission," his Boss's voice became secretive.
Masab snorted. He wished that his focus would leave the thoughts of that one girl who had been all over his head for many months. However, his work really needed him and that would be the thing he would love to do till his death. Segregating right from wrong, good from evil, and justice from injustice was all he signed up for when his rebellious self first time wanted to join that field, which no one knew.
"Like always you can count me in, Sir!" He told him, smartly.
"That's what I expected from you. After attentively and brilliantly catching that dark web-associated gang red-handed, I can trust you with even bigger missions: A. You proved how capable you are, and I am proud of my intuition of catching that worm of a spy inside your bone."
Masab laughed slightly, but with that, an unalloyed look of revolt came into his eyes. The first betrayal he committed in the root of his oath for the love he had for a woman. He went behind the name of his team, his head, and his mission to protect a secret. If anyone knew about it, that would be considered treachery and backstabbing to the cause, to the agency, and even to the country. The first oath of a secret agent was never to hide things from the people who were in your team and he kept a big one.
