Page 103 - Love Story of a Commando

‘Tiger to Alpha! Tiger to Alpha! Connected! Go Ahead!’ Virat
responded in military style.
‘Please confirm your coordinates. All units stand by!’ the voice on
the other side commanded.
‘GPS shows 33.934 degrees north, 75.113 degree east at an ancient
ruin along with a package. Over!’ Virat responded again.
‘Copy that! Twenty Sierra on move! Standby there!’ The command
meant for him to wait until the rescue team arrived.
‘Wilco!’ Virat would comply.
‘Transmission complete! Over and out!’ said the voice at the other
end.
‘Roger that! Over and out!’ Virat immediately switched off the radio
set once the transmission was over.
I was dumbfounded. I mean, it was not astonishing to watch him
communicate over a radio set but I certainly got goosebumps all over
considering how he was listening to me patiently just a few moments before,
like a boy next door, when in reality he was not. He was certainly not a
regular guy, how could have I ever expected anything regular from him?
Maybe commitments and promises were not his cup of tea!
I was supposed to hate him but instead I was fascinated by him all
over again. This was really disgusting. I was backstabbing all the feminists
out there. The self-dignity inside me was literally shaking its head in despair
while I keep putting her in such compromising positions again and again.
How is this even possible, I wondered. Who is this man
overpowering me each and every time? Why do I give up? I should be hating
him truly, deeply and madly.
But was it really my fault? Wanting and loving him came naturally to
me. It was beyond the realm of my consciousness. One glance at him and my
heart would kneel down before his supreme manliness which exuded power
and authority all the time. My heart, my mind, my soul refused to move
forward and gripped me with an intense craving for him. It made me weak
and numb. But do we really have control over how we feel for somebody?
Can we stop ourselves from falling for someone even if we know he’s just
not right and only means trouble? Do we really control our feelings before
falling for a person and govern our minds to make choices?
Besides, there is something about men in uniform.
Once you fall for a man in uniform, you would never ever like any
other man. He kind of looked sexy with his knee caps, adjusting his devices,
checking his weapons, wiping his knife and looking for a place to hang them
over his pitch black uniform on belts and specially designed pockets.
I was ashamed of myself. It was hopeless; accept it, Riya, I thought.
Die!