Terrorized By Love [ON HOLD]

Chapter 38: Fearless

The next day, Aditya went to the village in disguise. He was not allowed help for this task, as it was meant for him to prove himself. He had a beard that covered the whole bottom half of his face, and had thickened his eyebrows with makeup. He was wearing blue contacts and had put on a fake turban. It would be very difficult to recognize him as the famous terrorist Aditya Velhankar.

His clothes were old and rugged, on purpose, as it was part of his plan. He was disguising himself as a poor man living on the streets, who was in hiding from terrorists. He had only carried a pistol, that he had kept in the elastic of his grey pants, with a long grey kurta top falling down to his knees and hiding it.

This village was very closely-knit, so getting access would be hard. All he knew was that he needed to sneak into Ajay Bhatnagar's house at night, shoot him, and then bolt. If his wife or son came in the way, then perhaps he would need to finish them too.

In the last twelve years, his heart had turned even more into stone than what it had been before. Ever since he let Mahima go, he returned to HRIM headquarters and allowed Mahendra to give him a treatment that he deserved. Although Vijith suggested for Mahendra to cut off his finger as punishment, Mahendra flatly refused. He said that if there was a punishment for Aditya, he would give it to him, but he wouldn't give him one that would dampen his prospects of doing his job in the future. Mahendra turned cold towards him the first few years, not giving him assignments, and making him almost lose his sanity in his room. In those first few years, he would think about Mahima and wonder what it would be like if he could escape and go towards her. He would wonder how it would be if he could find her and be with her. Then with time, and Mahendra's re-acceptance, he stored her memories aside and realized that being with Mahima was a dream and he could never ever be with her.

They were from two completely different worlds.

He had come here for one purpose - to serve HRIM, and to take the place of his father in the organization. He hated those who were involved with the government. He hated those who were related to his mom. He hated his mother. He hated women. That was who he was supposed to be. So he focused on being exactly that.

Perhaps the poison the organization fed to him was not the same poison he fed to himself. His was ten times stronger, and soon, as the days passed, he believed it.

Now, he approached the village, ready to take the life of any woman, any child, anybody who came in the way of his mission succeeding. He didn't have a heart. He had been conditioned through the years to have that heart ripped apart from his chest and thrown to the side. All that was beating in his chest, was a stone. A black stone, that would ultimately only stop beating from being so damaged.

He entered the village, pretending to be thirsty, to be sick. He coughed profusely. There were a few huts there, but a lot of houses looked slightly more modern. There was one house in particular that was two stories high, and Aditya assumed right away that this was the one that Ajay lived in.

A young boy, who looked about ten years of age, ran up to him after a soccer ball stopped by his feet.

"Sorry uncle!" the boy said and reached down to his feet to pick up the ball.

Aditya watched the boy with awe. Something about his movements, his posture, the way he carried himself was familiar, although he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was.

Aditya started to cough again, knowing that if he got the boy's sympathy, then he could probably get taken to his parents, who would ultimately keep him in their home for some time.

"Are you okay uncle?" the boy asked him, looking up.

"I - I am okay," Aditya said in a raspy voice. "Just am thirsty son."

The boy dropped the soccer ball and reached out, holding his hand with no hesitation, before leading him towards the big house.

Aditya was stunned. The boy so fearlessly held his hand and was taking him home, without saying a word to him. How could a boy of around ten years of age be so fearless? Aditya remembered back to the time when he was young and taken by terrorists. He had also been fearless when it came to protecting Mahima. He had also shoved his fears aside for her sake. If anybody knew what it was like to be fearless as a child, he knew.

This boy seemed to know too.