Page 42 - Love Story of a Commando

He nuzzled my temple lovingly and said, ‘The Taj is under terrorist
attack and I was summoned from my bed to control the situation here. I
came here with an NSG team and we formed a group of two. Group one is
responsible for search, rescue and cordon operations for civilians and group
two to eliminate the threat as soon as possible. I am a member of group one.’
The reality hit me hard and my eyes flew open in awe.
I realized that he was not adorning his typical olive green army
uniform, but was now covered in black. This was new about him! He looked
more ruthless and dangerous. It shook me to the core that I just had a once in
a lifetime sex escapade with this ruthless-looking man. He was clad in black
drill cotton coveralls and had a black cat insignia on his uniform. He had
fancy star-studded epaulettes on his shoulders and a maroon emblem on his
arms. He wore a combat helmet with protective goggles wrapped over it.
The black bulletproof vest, knee and elbow pads were giving him a
‘meant to kill’ look and I could totally see a Heckler and Koch MP5
submachine gun swirling in his hands. The bulletproof vest had several
compartments and pockets which held many survival utility items and
equipment like night vision devices, thermal camera, communication set,
GPS technological systems and other such devices. There was also a Glock
knife and semi-automatic pistol hanging from his rugged black belt.
Overall he looked like an exact replica of the God of death aka
Yamraj in those black dungarees!
‘Who are you really? I just realized, I don’t know you at all,’ I asked
meekly.
Those memories of him smiling in his olive green were just the
fragments of my imagination. This person standing tall and erect before me
was a complete stranger.
‘I am no longer part of the Indian Army. I am now in the country’s
premier counter-terrorist response force, the National Security Guards,
which comes under the Ministry of Home Affairs. I am an elite anti-terror
commando now, whose prime job ranges from counter terrorism to bomb
disposal to hostage rescue to many things more, you won’t understand,’ he
said slowly.
‘How? But how? All of a sudden you vanish and then appear in this
new avatar like some kind of James Bond and say all these dangerous
words? How could you do this me?’ Suddenly anger replaced everything
nice inside me.
‘Riya, I am really sorry. But just after our chance encounter, I was
selected for NSG trainings for which I had applied a long time ago. The
training was rigorous and I was not certain of my future then. I felt that I
needed to put all my focus into my trainings. I could not afford any
distractions, and neither was I in a position to make any promises. I was sent