Mission jammu

She enters into the train and came looking for her seat it was sleeper
coach. I was stunned at her beauty she was wearing somewhat purple
dark colored kurta and salwar with it. With small decent jhumkis.
Having no make up is highlighting her in a manner that if anyone start
looking at her face it becomes irresistible to keep the eyes away from
her. She was talking to someone her headphones were on, she was
smiling while talking to whoever it was. Her face was looking like
blossoming flower. She stood there because seats were all reserved
so she chose to stand where I was sitting because it was space there
I mean enough space to stand at one place. I was so mesmerized at
her beauty that I was continuously looking at her, she had a book in
her one hand. Soon she came to me and tapped me on my shoulder
and said what's your name and I replied Tarish. She held my hand in
hers, her soft fingers running down my wrists. She said I want to know
you more. I held her hand in return asked her to sit beside me. Just
then she tapped hard on my shoulder my eyes opened I saw myself
holding her hands with tight grip. Actually she just tapped me on my
shoulder to asked if I can shift to the another side a little. So I shifted
to my left a little to give her some space to sit. She sat there and my
face went pale by what I just did to her. The windows were open,
timing was so right that winds were blowing in her opposite direction,
so her hairs fell open from her braid to her face. I was hiding my face
with my jacket leaving enough space to see her through that little
space. She saw me noticing her but she was busy in her phone I can
sense her phone vibrating that time. After 9-10 station there were few
passengers left. And only people who have to travel to longer distance
left. I was confused if I have to be happy or sad because she is just
irresistible. She knew that I was noticing her. By all my courage I
asked her where is she going. I mean her Station. Jammu she replied.
And you?? "Me too" I said. I asked her what's her name. Why would
you think I'll tell my name to a complete stranger. Because I'm not one
of the goons of Chennai express I said while laughing. Kirti and
yours? Tarish was my reply. Okay, finally she asked me I thought
silently. To travel in a night a companion is must needed I continued.
So you're looking for a companion in me? Maybe I said lowering my
eyes enough to the projection of my shoes biting my lower lip. Oh hero, just because I'm replying decently doesn’t mean I’m interested in
you so don’t take me wrong okay? She said in a manner of warning.
My phone beeps just when I was talking to her. It shows a picture of a
girl.
NAME- Aastha
AGE 26
Member of secret agency alliance(SAA)
TARGET DESTROY IMMEDIATELY
blood rush starts in my veins my face turning blood red. It took me
some time to digest that the girl sitting in front me I’m trying to bond
with for so long is the same girl in that message. My world just
crushes to know that the single ray of hope in my life and darkness
leaves no scope to destroy it too. I’m tired of this life tired of playing
these dirty games for these morons. I want to be free from this whole
mess. But if I don’t kill her right now they’ll kill me and my ammi.
Continuous argumentation of these thoughts were broken by her
sweet voice like hot chocolate melting on my tongue. So what do you
do? She asked me. I’m a computer engineer I graduated from IIT was
my reply. I now no longer know what to ask her because I was the one
who hacked the pass code of her software and stole all the
information and plans made by SAA. I don’t how the hell I missed out
on her picture. These rascals are making me do horrible things for
past 1 year for the sake of my family. while I was struggling with these
thoughts I asked her what do you do? I knew she will not at any cost
going to tell me the truth. “Law” she replied. Damn it! Why god why? I
knew what she does and why is she here. She is here to destroy the
master plan of jihadis. I’m scared that it won’t be easy on her at all
they were planning for time longer than decades they will not let
anyone destroy their plans this time. No matter how many men were
backing her up but this task is difficult even next to impossible. She
was supposed to reach the location backed by the army and destroy
all the computer system because she is the strongest and most secret
underground agent of government. she’s definitely not what she looks
like. Jung-e-qurban group of these jihadis were looking for her for a
while now because of the last time when the plan to bomb the central
area of the country was exposed, she was the one who leaked the information of the location of godown full of explosive material. I
couldn’t ask her directly because of the mic they have fitted on my
shirt. Inside my socks within my shoes was a mobile phone it was the
secret one not known to anyone other than me. I typed “I’ve to tell you
something give me your number and don’t speak loudly” she wrote it
on a paper and gave it to me. I texted her the whole situation and
asked her to not to react I will not harm her I’m doing this for
something I can’t sacrifice and is more important than anything in this
world. I told her about the mic on my shirt. She texted me back to
stand up from my seat and go to the washrooms, leave my shirt in one
of the washroom and get into another with her to explain all that is
going on. I stood up did exactly as she said. We went into another
washroom I was shirtless and such cold winds coming out of the
window her hairs were open, with one such sudden wind they came
directly at my face touching my chest. Considering the seriousness of
situation I drew my mind away from her and explained what was
happening. Started with how jung-e-qurban used to take students
from college who were best at technology thing. One day in fair I was
challenging to anyone who can break the code setup by me and
accepting challenges in return. At the end of the event some people
came nd kidnapped me. For some days they tried their best to fill me
against the government and follow their ideology of being a jihadi. For
them every person who is not muslim is enemy of islam. My father
died when I was in the school by watching me in that fair. They
decided to fund me for the best education institution. After I denied
them they took my mother hostage. She is the only person alive in my
family. She’s still with them. Aastha after patiently listening to me told
me that there is her whole team in this coach and we don’t have to
worry for anything. We will not let these jihadis destroy our country
and our lives. She promised me that we’ll free my ammi together.
10 days later
we were standing in the valley of kashmir, valley of tall, dark pine
trees. It was new morning last night was quite tough for us but at the
end we did it. Love won, she kept her promise. Because of this girl
with those decent jhumkas I got my ammi back, I can’t explain how
grateful I’m having met this girl in a train coach just one eye contact with her had changed my entire life. I want to say it so badly beauty in
her save the monster in me from coming out. Brain of hers saved me
from the destruction of my life. Standing there holding hands all I
wanted was to kiss her. Just then he kissed me on my cheeks. Again
a hard pat on my shoulder oh hero? Say something? Okay I was
dreaming again with my open eyes. I like you I said without dreaming
this time. I hate you Mr. hacker she replied.
They both Lived happily ever after with no religious and ideological boundaries.