Spies, the lovers

The bus kept moving and she was in the last seat of the sleeper couch. She tried to remove her make up, her wig, her little black dress of party wear and then laid down. ...when she looked around most of the passengers were sleeping, except for a little boy who was a few seats away staring at her, she winked at him...she was always jovial, funny even when she pulled the trigger and blood splashed making weird pictures.

Who are you. ..she heard that muffled voice, she turned around to see the stranger whose eyes were peering in to hers...her first thought was a handsome guy and his face was familiar, 

She did not think a second and told if you must know an escort 

Oh that's why you have those out fits. ...he explained to himself.

She was thinking who the hell is he 

She slowly identified him, the sad looking eyes. ..with melancholy surging. ...out. The beard...the poet and rock star. ...KS....she smiled at him and smiled to herself that he did never know her. She was not an escort ,she was young talented undercover officer in search of criminal, she almost did work like a spy for CDI of the country.

Where are you going, she asked him to start a conversation as she felt quite bored which was against the protocol but this is a rare opportunity she was with the most scandalous person, often head hunted for his angry poems, sarcasm and his anger. kudaku valleys. ..to Buddisht monastery 

She looked at him for some time then asked can I accompany you 

I don't need an escort he told 

No no you got me wrong...she told Buddha fascinates me.

Buddha fascinates you. ..he asked 

In exclamation. ..you. ..

She said, hey you know when vashista was sent to see Buddha as in Rudrayamala our ancient scripture, he was totally baffled. He saw Buddha intoxicated and dancing in the arms of the court damsels.

No I did not know, he said. ..

He tried to pull blanket over him.

She pulled it down and asked can I come with you, m a good dancer.

Okay he said. ...

She felt relieved, she did not have a place to go 

She could not sleep,she lost her sleep long back it was always so near her, her target and she misses him.It is like he is watching her every move. ...however she is in disguise, like he know her better than her she felt. This was her last attempt as the target may leave the country soon and then catching him is almost impossible. He is like a chameleon and he would take any form.

When it was morning he called her touching her shoulder and then said what tatoo of a sigil....you are a dare devil girl...eh. .

She got up with him and they walked their way up to monastery uphill.There was mist..

She asked him is it heavy your guitar. ..

It is he said. ..but I love carrying it. She has a name. ..nilofar..

She said. .Beautiful and she laughed. She started loving his company.

As arranged the Buddhist monk of highest rank received them and gave them direction to their hut.

She felt strange as she saw the hut so small, with one bed and she is to share bed with him.

She did not know allow it to reflect on her face.

As he got undressed he said I feel now I would want an escort. .what do you say. .

She said. ..now, you are taking advantage of me.

He crossed the luggage and reached her and kissed her, she wanted to reach for her revolver but she kissed him back vehemently as though she badly needed them.

He threw her to the bed and jumped on it and pulled of her jacket. ..

He asked her. ..escort. eh..

She said yes go on 

He just fondled her tatoo of sigil and told her. ..I ll keep you a virgin who ever you are. ..

It was a shock to her 

While she lay there, he sang for her one of his favorite song. It was obvious he was moved by her.

She was never so womanly. She was boyish rather a Tom boy and men always so their competitor in her.But here he was different, he was attracted to her.

She got undressed and in her lingerie she looked so seductive to him ,she sat on his lap and fondled his hair and asked what are you. .

A singer he told, a nomad singer.

He spoke more urdu than hindi and she noticed his slang which was so similar to pastoon, the Afgahani but he is a hindu ,Kamal Sarang and 

He said you are beautiful like valleys of kashmir. ..that hit her brain. ..a compliment but. ..

She felt some thing not adding up 

They visited monastery that day and each moment they grew fond of each other. .

Being with a woman was not mentioned in his path, he knew he was bringing forth some kind of danger on him and his people.

She felt she was betraying her job, the people who entrusted her to find and finish the terrorist.

Night they sat around a table watching rain. ..

She badly wanted to be in his arms, he was trying to take his eyes off her but he could not, such was the nature , the rain, the half moon, he just sang. .out of passion and she lay down with him..they got lost in each other....for hours.

Midnight his phone rang and she got up listening to the. .Yaseen..she thought Kamal Sarang and Yaseen

She lay there as asleep and she heard him say. .

I know Yousef. ..I know what I am doing, I will finish the job.

Then he lay taking her in his arms kissing her fervently.

She was now the cop, the mist and fog of love fell off her eyes, she tried to get up but to her dismay she realised she is drugged. She could not move.

She heard him say, I would leave the place tomorrow you can't be with me I am a Loner and has to be so but you are the first and last woman in my life.

She knew tears were rolling down her eyes, he said, don't cry my jaan you are like the blue lotuses just bloomed for her sun...

She wanted to ask him who.are you. While he left the room he wore the turban. ..green red and black the signature of the man she was  searching for years

She could not believe her eyes.While she lost in to sleep the whole monastery blasted, while she got up there was only pain and tears in that valley of peace with monks 

She held on to her revolver anger made her heave and growl 

While she managed to crawl out the room she saw a mobile like thing. She understood it is remote of a flyer...most modern.She knew all she had to do was to lay low and wait, this time she was going to win her mind told.

Her body felt broken, the woman in her craved for the mystic man..But the soldier in her told kill..finish the target. Would she betray her country, would she just runaway with him...Nah she was a fighter 

The man returned. ...he said you have magic in you, you brought me back. He went to her took her in his arms and kissed her as though his soul was asking for it and she pulled the trigger and shot till the blood made a pool of some picture.

She sat down near him...

He asked. ..so it was you. .

We played a lot of hide and seek 

But I love you girl..and he became silent. ..still, dead 

She say their, finishing her job but kissing his rigid lips of the first and last man in her life.

They were spies....of the opposite end, they were lovers. .in the heavens eyes.