Page 69 - Love Story of a Commando

work on ground. So I decided to do it.’ I was squeaking but congratulated
my mind for this brilliant excuse.
‘Riya! You do whatever you feel like but you are our only child and
Kashmir is not the kind of place you should be, let alone work.’ Dad was
concerned.
‘Dad, don’t worry about my security. I have cross-checked with other
agencies and they all assured me that the working environment in the area is
safe. There are clashes, but they happen only between locals and security
personnel, and that too, very rarely.’ I hated myself as I said the words.
‘Do whatever you want to! When was the last time you listened to
us? It is all because your father could not control you. Aur bigado apni
laadli ko .’ It was my mom’s voice booming on the phone now. Definitely
speaker!
‘ Mai kar raha hu na baat? Chalo nahi aap hi kar lo.’ My dad now.
This telephonic ruckus went on for one good hour but eventually I
could convince them enough for them to hang up and I sank into the couch
really deep with a ‘Hmph’ sound. It better be a good decision or else I was
on the brink of stewing in regret soon, I thought.
‘Mr Durrani! I hope I can trust you,’ I mumbled. I messaged him to
book my tickets. I would join him at the airport.
That night, I slept fitfully, some unknown fear clogging my dreams.