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“ Main Rahoon Ya Na Rahe koi Nishaan Mera... Mehfoos Haato Mein Rahega Yeh Jahan Mera.” Ajabdeh’s head hurt. The last thing she remembered was that she had lost contact with the base as well as Jalal. Her device had some technical glitch and she had no idea when either Major Singh or King was going to arrive with backup. She saw the gang load their boxes into small trucks and decided to go ahead with the mission all by herself minus the backup. She had no time to wait for them. They needed to be stopped from escaping. Since the day she wore the uniform, Ajabdeh had never cared about her life. Yet that day, when she was putting the silencer on her gun, her eyes stopped briefly at the name on her faded Mehendi and her heart skipped a beat. In a moment, she believed he would understand. She sighed and took a deep breath before charging. Major Pratap Singh had never done this before. He had defied the order of his senior to retreat after their cover had been blown by Captain

“Pratap Singh weds Ajabdeh Punwar” He had stared at the golden letters on the red card for a moment. It was mailed to him by his mother. He wondered what was in this girl that his father, who never approved of anyone easily, liked enough to get her married to his only son. He had reached home two days before the wedding when the rituals had already begun. Since the day his father had told him about his choice of a bride, he had made up his mind to go ahead with this marriage for the sake of his mother’s constant persistence. This would make her happy. Personally, he couldn’t care less; he knew his life was not his. Major Pratap Singh Sisodia lived for his mother and motherland. He never felt the need for someone in his life even when his mother insisted everyone needs a home to come back to after battles and scars. He did not ask much about her either. He wondered why the girl did not show much interest too. Was she being forced into this? The wedding card was the second time