Always, yours- Taarey Fanfiction.
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Taani sighed as she walked into the football court as the football team stood in a hurdle,
"Taani." The captain of the team called out her name in a disappointed sigh.
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Swayam rolled his eyes at the duo. They were still kids. "Coffee anyone?"
"Now?" Rey asked, looking at the time on his wristwatch.
"We are waiting for Taani to come for our dinner, so?" Swayam said standing up.
Getting a positive nod from the duo, he strutted his way towards the kitchen. Sighing, he started looking around, everything was neatly arranged by the cook and he dared to mess it up. Taani would skin him alive if he dared to make another cook run out of the apartment. That's when he heard the jingling of keys.
"Taani you are back! I wanna talk to you!" He heard Rey call out, seriously.
"Not now" Taani's distressed voice made him furrow his eyebrows in confusion. He walked out towards the living room, where he saw his cousin frustrated switch on the television.
"A deadly attack on India's Parliament; filled with Ministers. 40 civilians with casualties and the toll of fatal casualties have risen to 9. The impact could have been more deadly and serious, but thanks to the Shadow Operations Servicemen who have come under the limelight; thanks to the Ministers: who have now decided to unravel this special force. "
The news channel now displayed an animated tag line "HEROES AMONG US"
Soon photos of a few were displayed on the screen; mostly all of them unconscious or dead; one couldn't tell. A few of them were dead. The reporter kept on a briefing about the news, but Swayam and Taani's eyes stuck on a few photos... Manoj Shergil, Sunil Deshpande, Keshav Thakur, and last but not least Sumeet Shekhawat.
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