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Agent 024
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Complete, First published Sep 29, 2017
This is book 1 one the Agent 024 series.

"Let him go and we can work this out.", I heard Irrfan speak. He was trying to negotiate Gaurav's release.

I  tried opening the door but it wouldn't budge. Of course, the kidnapper would have been careful enough to lock it.

"Oh common, Irrfan. You and I both know better. There's going to be no understanding after this. There's no going back", I heard another voice.

I made my way to the back of the class they were locked in. I always opened the window next to where I sat. I loved the cool wind from the lake flowing in during the hot summer days.

"You're right. By now, they would have locked all the doors and there will be heavy security at every exit. There is no way possible for you to escape. But if you let him go, I can ask them to go easy on you.", Irrfan said.

Sure, it had been just one year into training to be an agent at this Academy. But what better way to test your skills than to be caught up in an actual kidnapping with the stakes too high?
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I never craved attention, until I tasted yours!-Mrs. Rajvansh🧿❤️ --- "Umm... hello? Testing-mic check? Yeah, we're live." *The author cleared her throat, awkwardly staring at the blinking cursor.* "Welcome to... well, chaos. If you're looking for logic, peace, or a main character who thinks before she speaks-this ain't it." "Excuse you?" Trishna huffed from the side, arms crossed over her pajama top. "I have thoughts. Deep ones. Like-what if clouds are just sky's dandruff?" "See?" *Author pointed. Dramatically.* "THIS is what I'm working with." "You're the one who made me like this!" Trishna fired back. "And why do I have to be 23 and a mess while he's out there being thirty-one, broody, and hot?" "Hot?" A low voice cut through the noise. "You're not supposed to be here yet!" *Author yelped, hiding the notes in, hidden notes the folder* "Go back to chapter one! You're ruining the reveal!" "I don't wait for chapters," Rudransh said, adjusting his wristwatch-like he was preparing for war. "And stop calling me broody. I'm composed." "You threw a chair at a wall last week!" Trishna exclaimed. "It didn't hit anyone." "...that doesn't help your case." *Author facepalmed.* "Okay, readers. Let's be real. This story? It's not sunshine-falls-for-grump. It's more like chaos-collides-with-control. She's messy. He's angry. There's a kitchen scene that still haunts my notes app. And yes, jealousy. Don't ask." Trishna snorted. "He wants to strangle me half the time, but God forbid I talk to any guy and suddenly he's Gordon Ramsay with an ego problem." "I don't get jealous," Rudransh muttered, deadpan. "Sure, sure, tell that to the broken coffee mug." *Author chimed in, sipping chai while eating Marie gold* "Anyway. Buckle up. There's madness, there's minefields, and there's no logic here. Just vibes and violence." "Is there romance?" The author's bff asks. Trishna and Rudransh glance at each other. "...we don't know." Maybe.