Page 129 - Love Story of a Commando

‘Do you get it, Commando! It is an order and you are bound by your
uniform. Do you get it?’ Major Tushar snarled.
‘Aye! Aye! Sir, I get it, I will do it,’ Virat said in a robotic tone
without even glancing at me.
Where were all those loving promises now? Did I even exist here, in
the dialogue between these two, bound by uniform and sworn by blood?
Sigh! My life and me!
We actually deserve an end like this, I thought. My life, for
constantly pushing me towards the worst pit of miseries and I for never
really cherishing it. We were in a constant ‘love and hate relationship’
together. But every cloud has a silver lining and I saw a very steamy story
bubbling up here. Don’t you? The lady love of a warrior killed by his own
sword (gun here) while fighting evil. And humanity would be forever
indebted for my sacrifices and my story would be told to the coming
generations, schools would include it into their curriculums and my parents
would feel proud of me, if they survived the heart attacks on hearing the
news.
How is this even possible for a single child of any parent to give a
million scenarios triggering possible heart attacks? I was hopeless.
These men, I thought—they are treating me so harshly and Virat, he
is deliberately dodging any sort of eye contact with me. He is the same man
who promised me a love lasting an eternity, just sometime back. Why do I
even trust him again and again? You cannot trust a soldier, for them the
promises they made to their motherland weigh more than any other promise
in the world. Falling for them is fine but fall at your own risk; no matter
what, they will always choose their nation over you. If you have the guts to
accept his love for the nation and are ready to settle for second place, then
only think of moving ahead.
I seriously need to meet a psychiatrist to break this pattern that I keep
repeating. It’s disgusting really, in fact I am the biggest disgrace to
womanhood. I risk everything including my dignity and pride for this badass
who can never control his own life, and you cannot even hate him truly for
doing his duties.
I should stop crying now and wipe my tears. Nobody cares!
‘We have five minutes to take positions. Who has the rocket
launcher? Load the beast up. You three, take your positions behind those
towering scrubs. Vaibhav and Virat, behind those boulders along with the
rocket launcher and yes, take this girl with you too. The four of us will
divide into two pairs and launch an attack from both sides, then move ahead
clearing everything that missed the rocket launchers. Everybody behind us
must provide us the cover of fire whenever possible, though your aim is to
neutralize the enemy first,’ Major Tushar briefed the team.