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I don't know how I remembered the nasty turns back home, I don't know when I went to my room and took out the darn gun that I just hidden yesterday. All I know is I am possessed by the need to avenge my father. And the fastest way to do so lies back at home. When life threw a lemon, I made lemon juice out of it. But not anymore, it's time I confront life why the lemons are directed my way.

So here I am standing in front of a flustered Basheer pointing the nozzle of the gun at him. The gun gives me a sense of power knowing that a single pull on a trigger can away his life along with the nervousness. To this day I have only pointed the nozzle at dummies, never at real person. I had sworn to save lives, abide by my duty as a doctor the day I took the title of a doctor. But life has a weird way to testing every single thing we believe in.

My eyes are blurry from the unshed tears, so I cannot get a clear picture but I can see him standing, his hands drawn upwards in a gesture of surrender.I blink away the unshed tears to clear my vision.

"How did you get the gun?" His eyes narrow at the nozzle pointed towards him.

" Will it matter when I empty the five bullets in that damn chest of yours?" I scoff, vexation and despair lacing my voice. Vexed that I lost my father. Despair that it's him who is responsible.

" And where would that land you? Do you know what they are going to do to you after that?" He tries to reason.

" Oh don't worry, the last bullet will go here." I say, using my left hand to denote the point of my forehead. My body visibly shakes as the words come out, at the finality of the tone. Today would be my first and last kill. My entire life comes down to this one moment, now standing here all of my achievements seem insignificant.

" What would your mother do after she finds out that she lost her entire family in a single day?" He asks. To be honest my fuzzy mind drawn by revenge never weighed the pros and cons. There's no way I can get out of this, so it's only fair we both die now. I made the decision when I took out the gun, now I only need to implement it.

" She would be proud of her daughter for killing the man who took away her husband." I answer, cocking my gun at him, as a shudder breaks through my body at the reminder. I won't let him sway my mind, so instead I focus on the gap my father's death left in me.

" Would she be happy?" He asks softly.

" Don't act like you care, Basheer." I snarl, pulling back my upper lips to show my teeth as a sign of warning.

" I didn't kill your father." He says fiddling a bit. My hazy vision doesn't allow me a clear shot and I can't risk pulling my hands to wipe away the tears.

" Don't lie, for fuck's sake! And don't you dare come any closer." I screech, putting my finger on the trigger.

" Nehali, you are being unreasonable and stupid. Who told you that I was behind the attack? It was Gaffar!" He says apprehension lacing his voice.

" Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I am not aware that you are his pawn?" Unexpected calmness laces my voice, a total contrast to the raging emotions inside.

He scoffs, "Pawn? Really? Whoever gave you the gun, did they say that to you? And you believe that?"

He can't be saying the truth, can he?

" I got the pictures in your room, Basheer. Don't lie now at least! At least accept the truth before I kill you. I am giving you the chance to accept all your crimes before I empty five bullets in your chest." I lash out, "Come on say, dammit!"

" You can't" He breathes, and too late I realise he's within a hand's reach but before I can do anything his hands shoot out taking the gun from my hands and pointing it back at me. He does that so fast that I barely realise when he takes away the gun from my hands into his. I stand benumbed as the gun that was pointing at him moments ago now points at my forehead. I close my eyes bracing myself for the sharp pain and darkness to set in but instead I meet the sound of gun unloading. I open my eyes to find him emptying the bullets onto his palm.

He throws the gun back on the bed while he releases the bullets that kisses the ground with a clink.

Without giving it a thought, I lunge for his throat, but he ducks immediately, rounding me before seizing my arms and pulling them back. I jerk my body but he only tightens his hold pressing my back to his front. I arch away trying to break the slightest of contact but he only presses my body to his.

" Now we can have a civil conversation, without you trying to kill me." He whispers into my ears. His warm breath fans my ears, before leaving me the impact causing me to stumble forwards.

My fingers move to the stinging reddish tinge on my wrist rubbing it in soothing circles. I can just formulate another plan while I listen to him. He turns to me now before moving to the bed behind me. " Come sit here." He pats the space beside him as if we are old friends down for a chat.

" No, I am fine." I say moving to the wall by the window resting my back on it, my eyes gauging him as I wait for him to start the explanation.

" I did know about the blast. I got to know it yesterday and I had gone to the Dargah only to retrieve information. I didn't go there with you to keep eyes on you, but given the gun now, I think I should have.

Anyway, after I got the file and the pictures, I rushed to send the information. My information did reach the Indian Authorities, but they changed their plan." He pauses for a moment a thoughtful expression taking over his face," I think, they chased the train your father was in. I can only send the information I get, but I can't help more than that." He sighs now hiding his face in between his hands, "I have a different mission to accomplish and I can't risk getting caught before that." He says staring at the carpet.

I stare at him visibly shocked at his confession, taking in everything he said. A part of me is relieved to hear this, but there's a lot more I must know before I make any decision.

"So you are an Indian spy too?"

" No, but an undercover agent. I am here to catch Abdul Gaffar and I got the intel that he's planning something big. When I got to know that it was serial blasts in a railway station, I couldn't let it slide just because it was not mine to deal with." He says, wiping his face with his hands.

His words feel honest to the core, laced with frustration.

" Who are you then?"

" I can't say that Nehali. Hell, I would have revealed none of that if not for this day. I know you lost your father and no way can I hold the truth from you now. If I continue putting up the front I did, you would only go berserk more and before I know it, I can't save you from the prying eyes anymore."

" Why not tell me this?" I ask now confused at the sudden turn of events.

" Did I say that I am a terrorist?" He barks out," You assumed I was and I played along."

" I was kidnapped, that short guy handed me over to you. I thought I was to become a slave or something. How can I not assume?"

He finally looks up his irises directed at mine, " I was only protecting you. Espionage is severely punished in Pakistan. You would have been arrested along with me for being my accomplice, if I am caught."

" I'm already involved, Basheer. What harm can your real identity do to me?"

" They will torture you until you reveal everything, Nehali. I don't want you rotting in prison for something you had no part in." He says as he cups his face between his palms rating his elbows on his knees.

" They are going to torture me anyway even if you don't get caught. Why should I trust you then, if you won't reveal your identity?" I ask as I sit down beside him.

He raises his head, now looking directly at me, " You have to trust me. I can't reveal my identity and you are yet to tell me how you got the gun." He ponders for a moment before asking the unthinkable, " Are you sent by ISIS to keep an eye on me? Don't tell me my initial suspect was right."

" You thought I was sent by ISIS?"

"Well, initially I thought so, but then discarded the idea later. But, seeing the gun now I can't seem to shake off the suspicion."

I don't know if I should trust him or not given the sudden turn of events. He can be lying to save himself, but why would he still after taking the gun away. Shouldn't he have just shot me for my audacity? Why keep lying to me clearly when he has the upper hand. Should I trust him with my secrets? I wonder if I should tell him about Apa. I don't think I can trust anybody. Even she lied to me. Why would Basheer not? I decide to go with half the truth.

" I met someone from Indian Secret Intelligence. She gave me the gun for my protection and asked me to keep an eye on you because apparently you seem to be involved with Abdul Gaffar or you fund their activities."

" Keep an eye on me? Who is she anyway?"

" If you tell me your name, I will tell you." I shrug, knowing full well he won't tell me his real name. Even if he does, I won't disclose her identity.

"It's a fair deal then, I guess. But why does she suspect me?"

" Your father, he has a history in drug smuggling? Has he not?" I ask, " Now that I think of it what do you actually do?"

" He's not my father. Mostly I am a businessman here, dealing with my father's business. Behind the curtains I have done shady things, but I have never funded them."

"What do you mean by shady?" I ask him now slightly perturbed at his indication. Did I make a mistake trusting him?

"Yes, shady. I have killed people when necessary. I have smuggled drugs, everything I did was to keep up my ruse." His tone grows cold as he recounts the horrors, as a slight distant look taking over his face. I slightly flinch when he tries to take my hands but that doesn't deter him from engulfing my hands with his, " None of them I killed were innocent. They deserved far worse than a bullet embedded in their own heads. I don't regret killing them, I don't." He gulps then as if to reassure himself says, " Never will."

I gulp looking away as the scenes from my camp flash. The blood, the cold, lifeless, staring eyes. I close my eyes as if to remove those images. They were martyrs, these people he killed are swines. I can't be the damsel who can't see people dying. Isn't this what I wanted when I saw the bloodbath back in the camp?

His grey eyes are directed at the window behind, a distant lost look taking over his face. He must be recounting those days, those people he killed. Killing a soul however necessary always leaves a mark, one that leaves a permanent stain. A sudden need to comfort the man I had been plotting to kill moments ago takes over me.

" Can I trust you?" I finally voice out my stupidest insecurity. It is like asking a milkman if he didn't mix any water. My insides churn with insecurity, wanting a simple nod of reassurance from him.

" Always." He says pressing on my hands lightly. The finality of his tone is all I need for reassurance before my heart takes control of my body aligning it forwards pressing my lips to his.

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Author's Note:

Did I deliver some mind numbing revelations?

Do you now see Basheer in a more positive light? I hope you do.

I know the next chapter is much awaited one, and I won't hold onto it for the nest week. It will be updated later today. So yaaay!

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