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This chapter was supposed to come on Sunday. But Today's our First anniversary🥀 . Hence the early update.

Basheer's POV:

You are easy.

I recall the words I told her, earlier today. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to hurt her. But I was angry for her and for my mission. She wasn't supposed to be a part of my mission. But she is. When she called back to India today, they had tapped on the international call immediately as most people here would never call India.

The call was short so it couldn't be recorded but they traced the number back to the hospital. The receptionist Abdul had been interrogated after being beaten to a pulp. They had initially thought he was behind the call but when they interrogated him further they came with another answer.

~~~~~~~In a prison in Pakistan~~~~~~

"Sahab, Believe me, I wasn't there the entire time."

"Where were you then?"

"I had briefly left my post to show a patient the place for tests and when I came back that new Indian Doctor was there."

"Who? The one with Basheer?"

"Yes, Sahab."

They looked into the call records to find that a call to Basheer was made immediately after that international call. Abdul must be telling the truth.

There were no CCTV cameras to prove it as the hospital was too poor to afford that. A duplicate plastic camera was installed on one corner just for show.

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I remember the call that transpired not long before, while I was waiting for Nehali.

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"Assalamualakaim Mir Sahab"

"Walaikusalam Basheer Sahab."

"How can I help you?" asks Basheer, astonished as to why the General Mir would be calling him.

"It's an urgent matter. We need you to bring that woman here for investigation purpose."

" Why?" He asks suddenly growing possessive of Nehali as tension for her safety grips him.

"She had made a call to India just two minutes before she called you. She might be from RAW and left on the frontlines intentionally for us to bring her here whiles forces arrived for the rest of the doctors."

Basheer grew impatient as heard the General's words. Taking Nehali, for investigation meant torturing her to death.

"How do you know it was Nehali?"

"Abdul, the receptionist testified to it."

" What did he say?"

Basheer listens to him keenly trying to find a loophole to save Nehali somehow.

As the General finishes his rantings,
Basheer speaks up," He didn't see Nehali nor is there any CCTV footage to prove it was Nehali. There are no spectators even."

He continues," Nehali must have come immediately after that woman/ man who made that call, waiting to call me. I will ask her if she has seen anybody. Moreover, if Nehali is a spy she would not be so stupid as to call from there where it could be traced. Until you have sufficient proof, you won't be touching her without my permission."

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I had successfully delayed him but if he got onto her tail it will be problematic for both of us. I should have never intervened! I remember the call from that morning.

"Basheer, you won't believe what happened today."

I know it must be about some woman again. Poor Fatima.

"What ?" I ask knowing full well I don't want to know.

"Today morning they brought a woman maybe 24 or 25 from that side! She is an Indian and Doctor. Can you believe how useful she will be? She is a feisty one coming up to the frontlines to treat soldiers. Huh! I cannot imagine how good she would be in bed."

His remarks make me gag. But again this isn't the first time. It was fine as long it was the prostitutes he visited, but a girl as young as 24? That sounds outrageous.

I clear my throat speaking up, " Farhan, you can keep all those ladies you visit. I like the idea of this one. I will take her."

Farhan had obviously objected but knows well enough his objections won't stand out. He was pissed off that I was taking what he wanted for himself but acted like he didn't care.

I remember when I first saw her lying there in that dark cellar. Dried blood sticking to certain places on her chin and her hair tangled in dried blood and dust. Her uniform suggesting her nationality was torn in places and soaked with blood particularly on her back.

But when she looked up at me with her brown eyes focusing on my face and taking me in she looked like a warrior princess taken against her will to an unknown land. The defiant look in her eyes juxtaposed her meek attitude. I knew that she was acting at once, trying to avoid any more harm to her than already done.

I remember how Farhan's pupils had dilated as he pulled her by the hair when she couldn't stand up. I knew the images his mind procured. Mine boiled at those mental images but again she wasn't mine to protect. I didn't even know why I wanted to save her when hundreds of others like her needed saving. I wasn't here to save anyone.

Today, when I asked her if she really made the call, the ghostly look passing her eyes had given me the answer. A part of me had wished that it was someone else who made the call. When I pulled her to me, I had lost control, something that rarely happens. I couldn't stop myself when she rubbed herself against me as I took her mouth. It was too much to take in. She was a distraction.

A sweet one.

And a welcome distraction.

My mind whispered.

'Khubsuraat.'

My mind had whispered at the sight of her half-naked body today. But the words that came out, next out of my mouth spoiled everything. She closed down immediately and shut me out. I knew she wasn't easy.

Dammit, I knew that. But I wanted to infuriate her just like she infuriated me when she didn't trust me and called back home. She couldn't trust me for once, after all, I did for her.

Why would she trust you Basheer?

She considers you to one among them.

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