Page 113 - Love Story of a Commando

watching me all the time while I was not even aware of your existence.’ I
pulled myself away from his embrace, shaking in shock.
‘Haven’t you heard of this legendary saying—everything is fair in
love and war?’ he said jokingly.
‘Lame! What happened next?’ I asked.
‘Once, the mission was accomplished, I went to your flat with a
bunch of red roses to meet you but it was locked and none of your
neighbours knew where you had gone. I even went to your office and
enquired about you, but they didn’t know your current location. I could have
tried to find you if I was not recommended for an Advanced Weaponry
Training course in Israel soon after.’ He gazed down once his eyes met my
burning eyes.
‘I got a window period of a few days to prepare and I roamed around
like crazy, even went to Nariman Point. The black waves looked like they
were mocking me. I thought I had lost you forever. I regretted not contacting
you then,’ he said slowly.
‘Then I left for Israel. The hectic schedule and extensive training
kept me busy enough and I was glad for it. By the end of the day I would be
so tired that I would fall asleep as soon as I stepped inside my room. That
kept my mind away from you. Two weeks ago, when I came back to the
country, I was asked to report back to my headquarters in New Delhi, where
my seniors put me in charge of the prime minister’s security shell.’ He
paused for a moment.
‘This was his first tour after I joined, and I saw you the very moment
I stepped out of the helicopter. Only God knows how much strength it took
for me not to run to you and embrace you. My uniform kept me bound to my
duty and I tried to ignore you but then the terrorists attacked suddenly, and I
saw you trying to get yourself killed again which is not going to be possible
as long as I am alive,’ he said.
‘Don’t say it like that! What happened to the prime minister?’ I
asked.
‘He escaped the bomb exclusively targeted at him by a second. It is
all about that one second which decides who wins, who loses. A human
shield was formed immediately and he was safely escorted to a bulletproof
armoured vehicle. The vehicle headed straight to the helicopter and then he
was sent back to New Delhi safely,’ he said.
‘So, you were basically running behind the damsel in distress,
leaving the prime minister? This is what you do?’ I mocked him.
‘Madam! Don’t keep any illusions inside your head. We are always
prepared for the worst and our roles are predefined. In fact our motto is
“Sarvatra Sarvottama Suraksa”—we are the best. When it happened,
everyone did what they were supposed to do, including me. My role is to