Page 121 - Love Story of a Commando

machine guns in their hands and exuded the same kind of deadliness as Virat
in spite of being disguised as locals.
Dark and dreaded!
I slid behind Virat, suddenly conscious of my vulnerability.
‘Captain Virat! So good to see you! We have been asked to conduct a
friendly extraction of you along with the package as soon as possible. The
hostile environment does not permit a helicopter to land here and we have to
cover around two miles back to Indian borders on feet,’ one of the
commandos conveyed the official order in a very professional manner.
‘What? Indian borders?’ He looked shocked.
‘Yes, sir! We are in Pakistan-occupied Kashmir. The ruins were the
last Indian grounds just before the LOC and you have somehow entered
PoK. The senior command is worried about your safety and we have been
ordered to bring you back at any cost,’ the other commando said.
‘I thought the GPS showed coordinates to Indian terrain. How did
you guys reach us then?’ he asked.
‘These are occupied lands with no international recognition so maybe
their de facto status created the confusion with the coordinates. This mission
is beyond standard search and rescue operations and we were asked to rescue
you behind the enemy lines. Headquarters had to invoke several new
protocols for initiating this rescue mission. The para commandos posted
around the area were ordered to carry out a joint operation with us and
provide complete support for your extraction,’ he said.
‘Oh! Too much trouble especially when we are with the lady.’ He
turned towards me.
‘How about the weapons?’ He turned around again and asked him.
‘Weapons are no issues. We’ve got enough time to gear up, in fact
paras are carrying two weapon totes with them along with a rocket launcher.’
He smiled.
‘What? Why the hell did you carry a holy fucking launcher with
you?’ He looked startled.
‘The paras carried it being our local guides and we could not
intervene much. They keep on crossing this side of the LOC and said you
never know when you need to shred the bastards into pieces.’ This time he
let out a laugh.
‘Okay! Looks like you have got everything covered here. By the way
Vaibhav meet Riya!’ He gestured towards me.
‘Hello ma’am! Nice to meet you. Wait! You said Riya, sir? The Riya
from the Taj? The same one whose photo you carry in your wallet?’ His eyes
were wide.
I turned red and gazed downwards. It was all getting so
embarrassing. Shit! These deadly looking guys know all about our little