Shaheda Yasmeen

Action

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Shaheda Yasmeen

Action

The Brave Hero

The Brave Hero

10 mins
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The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, "We need you again" and the phone hangs up. 

A man in his late thirties received the phone, he seems to have known the caller, his face turned stern and eyes fiery. He was a tall, muscular man with a toned body, his well- built curves were visible through his clothing and at the moment, his muscles tensed in aggression as if he is going on a killing spree. 

"Raahil, what happened dear? Are you okay? Whose call was it?"

A sweet voice filled the room and the man returns to his normal self.

" I am fine, that's an old friend" he replies without turning towards her.

Sensing trouble, Sanobar, his wife, a beautiful young woman in her twenties turns his face towards her.


"Are you okay dear" she asks looking into his eyes. Her beautiful eyes fluttered as she constantly watches her husband's face. Looking into her deep eyes, Raahil consoles her that he is fine and feeling hungry at the moment. The couple had their dinner and goes to sleep. Raahil pretends to be very tired and sleepy and slips under the blanket. 

Sharp 2:00 a.m. Raahil tiptoes to the study, opens his secret chest, takes out a mobile phone and inserts a SIM card. He peeps in the bedroom to ensure his wife Sanobar is fast asleep. He dials the number----009186742346.

"Good evening Sir, Agent Rahul Kakkar here. Please mail me the details. I am always ready for my country, Jai Hind Sir."


The next moment he receives the mail which was in coded language. He quickly goes through the mail while his mind already chalking out the plan of action for 'Mission Nirdosh'-- a mission to locate three Punjabi students captivated by the Pakistani militants. He thought, it's time for action, it's time to leave his beautiful love for the love of motherland, India. He was disguised as a Pakistani and has been working as an undercover agent. He opens a secret door attached to the study room which always remains closed. He quietly tiptoes to the right corner of the room, unlocks the wooden almirah and opens red suit case which has all the equipments he may need on his secret mission. He silently carries the suitcase into his bedroom, keeps it under the bed and slips onto his bed.


4:30 a.m. Raahil wakes up early in the morning, takes a shower and heads towards the bedroom. Sanobar has waken up and as soon as he enters the room, she hugs him, her milky white arms encircled around him. Raahil could feel her quiet sobs, but couldn't face her.

She mutters, "Are you going again?"

"I need to go" he replies in a rather dismal voice. " You remember, one of my friends called yesterday, he isn't well and needs my help. I doubt, it may take me a little longer to return, so you move to your parent's place."

" No! I won't, you return early, I will wait for you here only."

Sanobar's eyes were brimming which made her appear more beautiful. Raahil tries to avoid looking at her as he doesn't want to lose his determination. He quickly packs his luggage and tries to keep his secret equipments under his clothes. He bids goodbye to his wife Sanobar and barges outside in a jiffy. Poor Sanobar, little did she know that see him for that last time. 


7:00 a.m. Raahil was at the Benazir Bhutto International Airport, Rawalpindi and by 9:00 a.m. he was seen waiting at the Gilgit Airport. He hurriedly enters a car which was meant to fetch him. His stay was arranged at the Gilgit Serena Hotel at Room #12. As soon as he checked in the hotel room, he was no more the simple and soft- hearted husband of Sanobar. He seemed more of the 'Cloak and dagger man', Rahul Kakkar, a strong- headed protagonist who has never failed in his missions. He unlocked his suitcase which contains all his equipments he carried for his mission. A protective eye wear, which was specially designed to protect against wind, dust, fragment impacts and also a powerful miniature camera for surveillance, reversible jackets, hair ties, wigs, binoculars, listening devices which could penetrate windows and walls, a self powered wireless ground sensor network, which lists up on his monitor as soon as anyone comes near it, Novichok nerve agent to use in case he is caught up, the High Standard .22 pistol, an insectothopter drone which is disguised as a dragon fly. He was having almost everything but above all immense confidence, agility and courage which has made him earn great reputation as a soldier who is always ready to sacrifice his life for motherland. He quickly changed his get-up and left the hotel room to examine the nearby areas where the kidnapped students were expected to be kept. He had a strong intention that he may find some clues in the local City Park which was located almost twenty minutes away from the hotel. He reached there within the expected time. And started strolling in the park, his eyes quite expressionless, covered by the sunglasses which could secretly capture the things which he may miss by chance. He spent almost 20 minutes at the park and left. In the evening, he once again had a strong voice from his heart that the park itself would lead him to his destination. And within no time, he was sitting on a bench at the park, observing the visitors, which comprised of families having fun together. He remembers his wife looking at a young couple snuggling at a corner bench.


Suddenly his eyes catches the attention of four heavily built men wearing Pathani and turbans. They seemed to be suspicious as Rahul overhears their conversation. They were talking about getting the vegetarian food for someone. The third person seems to be very angry, he says "If they don't want to eat non-veg, let them die of starvation! These fence jumpers should be hanged."

"We can't do it or else I would have killed those three immigrants, let's get back, those rascals may try to flee from there."

Rahul started following them. They started walking through thin lanes and made their way towards an old cottage which was in a dilapidated condition. They unlocks the door, quickly enters and bolts the door, the windows were also closed. Rahul hides himself in a nearby bush, takes out his phone to alert his allies. He now takes out the infra red laser, which was invisible to the naked eye and can bounce off the window from the outside, detect vibrations and can turn them into the speech. He could now listen to what was going inside the cottage. His suspicions were true, he felt he was close to his destination. He sneaked into the cottage through a broken wall at the back of the cottage and hid himself behind a pillar. There were more people inside and he saw the three Indian students who accidentally bumped into their neighbouring country. He looked at those innocent boys and his heart was filled with hatred for the militants. He thought how barbaric these people are! They aren't troubling the innocent migrants, but also defaming their country. Though he reverted to Islam for a mission, but the time he spent with his adorable wife made him realise that no religion preaches hatred and killing innocent people. He was suddenly distracted by the vibration caused by his mobile phone, there was a message which said, "Close to your location."

He bridles himself, takes out his pistol and begin to shoot the militants.....1,2,3....

Though his pistol had a silencer, it produces gunshots over 160 decibels which was too loud in that small area and has militants swarming from all directions. Rahul moves forward in the direction of the captives and manages to free the captives. He roared, 'Jai Hind ' and the three captives responded him back with a 'Jai Hind' with the same spirit and happiness.

The next moment, the place was surrounded by the Allies of the agent and there was a deadly combat between the two parties. The students were safely taken out by the Rescue team, two officers died in the fight. Agent Rahul was caught by the antagonists, but before they could make him spill any secrets of the country, he licked the cyanide tablet hanging around his neck and the undaunted hero proudly breathed his last. The survivors escaped the cottage and the hero, the great son of the motherland lie dead with the contentment of martyrdom. 


Sanobar let her hair loose to comb, her beautiful long hair swaying on her back and the fore locks brushing her cheeks, her pink, voluptuous lips tends to smile as she felt the endearing touch of her husband on her curvy waist. Raahil tugged her close to him, his fingers curled around hers. Sanobar's heart pounded in her chest, her knees got weaker with his warm breath. There was a flutter, an accelerated heart beat, she felt all her senses unfurled and she gave in to him. Raahil felt her lips to be like a summer rain, pouring over him and he was drowned in that. Suddenly, she felt a great force pulling Raahil away from her arms and she screamed loudly and realised that she had a bad dream. She hurriedly took her mobile to call Raahil, but she couldn't reach him as there was network issues due to heavy rains in the area. She opened the WhatsApp to message him and she found the message of Raahil, which was probably his last message. The message read, "I love you Sanobar, I don't know how you would respond if there will be some untoward situations in the future, but dear, always keep in mind that I love you from the bottom of my heart and continue to do till my last breath, please forgive me if I hurt you. My love for you had always been pure. And I ardently wish that our prospective child joins the Army and serves the motherland. Missing you a lot. Will meet soon. She tried his number umpteen times but there was no response. Poor thing, she hardly knew that she had lost the love of her life. The night seemed to be a never ending spell and she couldn't sleep for a single second. 


Next morning, 8:00 a.m. there was a knock at the door, Sanobar opened the door and found two officers holding Raahil's red suitcase. She was startled and immediately cried out, "Who are you? Where do you get this suitcase from?"

"Good morning ma'am! These are the belongings of Mr. Rahul Kakkar and he asked us to hand over this suitcase to you."

"I am sorry! This suitcase belongs to my husband and his name is Raahil, not Rahul."

One of the officer said, "We are sorry ma'am, your husband is no more. We can't tell you more than this."

Sanobar stood numb and frozen, she felt as if she was ripped off her energy. Her grief was so overwhelming that she can't even stand. With trembling hands, she opened the suitcase, it had everything he carried without her knowledge, there was the passport, the photograph was of her Raahil, but the name was Rahul Kakkar, Indian national. His ID card, which declared that he was an undercover agent. She burst into tears, there was a sudden outburst of emotions, she cried her lungs out, her entire existence got tattered, the man whom she loved dearly turned out to be a stranger, a person whom she thought had never lied to her. She was terribly shaken and collapsed on the ground. She started reading the letter of her husband which was in the suitcase, saline water gushing out of her eyes, her entire world seemed to end.

The newspapers were flooded with the tragic incident that shook the hearts of the people who felt that hatred will never win. 

The Government of Pakistan returned the dead body of the martyr in full honour and declared to take rigid action on the culprits. The Government of India honoured the hero and presented Veer Chakra to Agent Rahul Kakkar's parents. 

After five years, in Rawalpindi:


Sanobar was deeply lost in her husband's memories, when suddenly, she was startled by a sweet voice which filled the room with positivity and hopefulness for her traumatized thoughts, " Hands up! You are under arrest."

She turned around and saw Adeel, her five year old son with a toy gun in his hand, pointing at her. She held her hands up for a moment and cuddled her bundle of joys tightly. 



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