The Agent
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The Agent |
Amir is a regular guy who is kind, honest and caring about people and the neighborhood he lives in. he runs a grocery shop with his younger brother Rohan.
Amir is a regular twenty-five-year-old Indian in New Delhi, trying to heck out a living as a small-time business owner, and he regularly has a banter with his brother, who is lazy and bossy even as a ten-year-old.
What many people don't know is that Amir is a secret agent for the Intelligence Bureau(IB) and sometimes had a stint with the Research and Analysis Wing(RAW) because he is so good that they just make use of him when each agency is in dire need. He is also a killer when the government needs to assassinate any threat to its country and citizens.
Our story starts one particular morning when Amir and Rohan were in the store trying to make sales when a customer came to purchase something.
ROHAN!
What is it?
Attend to the customer.
I'm busy.
Get on with it now, lazy kid.
I said I'm busy.
Amir sight and shakes his head, wondering how a kid of ten will be so annoying. He blamed their mum for the way she gave him freedom.
Zahara is the daughter of the Prime Minister of India, and she likes to know the daily affairs of the country and its secret agents.
She is very close to her father, and she has vowed to marry one of the best agents as a form of patriotism to the country, arguing that if they could give their lives, why wouldn't she do so for them, and she has told her father a very big No to any arranged marriage for any political gain. There was a day she came across Amir's file, and she became interested in him and his exploits, which led her to visit his store that faithful morning.
Good morning, ma'am, what can I get you?
Sorry, I just want to have a chat with you.
What is it about?
At that moment, there was laughter, and Amir turned to see Rohan watching him from behind. "Rohan!
What?
What are you doing here?
Where am I supposed to be?
Aren't you busy?
I'm busy, as you can see, watching you
and your girlfriend.
What girlfriend?
Oh, don't stop on my account, go on and chat up with him, Rohan said, winking at Zahara.
Please ignore him, his just lazy and useless.
Never mind, I will talk to you another time, bye for now, and she left.
Amir turned toward where Rohan was standing, but he had already left, too and Amir couldn't shake the frustration as he wondered what a pretty girl like that wanted to talk to him about. he fumed. ROHAN!
Zahara went to the car where her younger sister was waiting with the driver. She wondered how bold she was to approach him; she guessed it was all because she had read everything about him and because it was like she already knew him. "Sister, how does it go?
Not what I was expecting.
You mean he turned you down?
No.
So what happened?
His younger brother spoiled everything.
You mean a kid spoiled your show?
Yeah, she said distractedly.
So, what are you going to do about it?
Let us go back home. I will think of something later.
Aditi smiled inwardly, not wanting her sister to see her triumph, she had been against this madness since her elder sister told her about the buffoon agent, but all compliant has met a brick wall so she had agreed to accompany her as their father suggested.
She may be an eleven-year-old girl, but their father always confides in them about his government and trusts them to keep it secret; they knows his enemy and those he calls friends, and they are aware of the sacrifice made by the so-called agent. Her thoughts were interrupted by the driver slamming," What is the matter with you, Khan? Do you want to break my neck?
But before he could explain, he was interrupt by Zahara" That is the little shit who spoiled my day".
Who?
That agent's younger brother.
Where is he? Aditi asks.
Zahara pointed to a kid across the road, whistling and moving as if he owned the street. As she watched, she saw how the people hailed him and thumped him on his back, and a woman even gave him a sweet which he pocketed some and popped one in his mouth, grinning about something she said, "You mean that street urchin?
He is not a street urchin, Zahara said.
Wait for me, I'm going to talk to him.
No, sister, allow me to do the talking. I know how to handle a kid like this one.
No, you tend to escalate things by causing more problems.
Don't worry, just let me deal with him.
Are you sure?
Ma'am, I can get him if you want Khan said before Aditi could answer.
Don't worry Khan, everything will be fine Aditi said, getting out of the car.
Both Zahara and Khan watch her as she crosses the road to the kid who was watching something that had distracted him to stop.
Do you want to bet it doesn't go well? Khan asks.
I want it to go well, Khan, no bet today.
Lucky no one knows your face, or all hell would have been let loose on the street.
Yeah, you are right.
They watch as Aditi approaches the kid, watching whatever was distracting him.
Aditi studies the kid as she approaches him and comes to the conclusion that confronting him will be a disaster, so she plans to be as friendly as she has ever been in her life. When she was just a few steps from him, she stopped and coughed, trying to get his attention, and he turned around, studying her with that distracted look on his face." If you are lost and hungry, you can go to the police station over there, he said, pointing in a general direction.
Do I look like a lost and hungry person to you?
Sure, he said, still distracted by something.
Sorry, I'm not. My name is Aditi.
Okay.
Are you not going to tell me your name?
What for?
So we can act as civilized people.
What do you want, kid?
Who are you calling a kid?
Isn't it obvious? Is there anyone here with me?
How dare you.
Yes, I dare. What are you going to do about it?
Aditi kept silent, knowing she could do nothing.
I guess so, Rohan said, not taking his eyes from the building he was so distracted looking at, now run off and get on with what they send you to do.
You are impossible. I never thought I would meet someone so insolent.
Welcome to the twenty-first century, kid.
Anyway, I was asked to call you.
By whom?
My sister.
And how do I know your sister?
You don't.
And you are asking me to come and see her?
Yes.
How stupid do you think I am?
Very stupid, she mumbled.
What did you say?
Nothing.
Anyway, where is this sister of yours?
In the car over there, she said, pointing behind her.
Go and tell your sister to go to hell, and she will find what she is looking for, and he turns away, still looking at the building that is distracting him.
To be continued...