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O Bekhabar, O Besabar...🌺

The freezing wind crashed violently against the hills as gunshots echoed through the dark mountains one after another.

Smoke spread heavily through the air while distant explosions shook the rough ground beneath their boots.

Soldiers moved carefully between rocks and broken terrain, gripping their weapons tightly as the sound of firing surrounded them from every direction.

Hidden behind a large stone, He loaded his rifle quickly before signaling his team forward. His uniform was covered in dust, his breathing heavy, yet his expression remained calm and focused despite the chaos around him.

Another loud explosion erupted nearby, making the hills tremble slightly, but he didn't step back even once.

"Move ahead! Cover the left side!" his voice rang sharply through the battlefield while bullets passed dangerously close through the cold air.

The snowfall mixed with smoke, blood, and mud, turning the once silent hills into a terrifying war zone.

And in the middle of all that destruction, he stood. fighting for his nation with fearless eyes and a heart that had no space for fear.

Gunshots echoed violently through the snowy hills as smoke spread heavily across the battlefield. He fired continuously, gripping the rifle tightly in his hands while his sharp eyes remained fixed ahead.

The freezing wind crashed against the soldiers, mixing with the smell of gunpowder, blood, and burning metal.

"Lieutenant!" one of his teammates shouted, throwing a heavy jacket filled with explosives toward him.

He immediately raised his hand and caught it mid-air without hesitation.

Nearby soldiers quickly pinned the terrorist captain down against the rough ground while He strode toward him with slow, steady steps.

His boots crushed the snow beneath him as his jaw tightened dangerously.

"Kashmir chahiye, huh?" he asked coldly, glaring down at the bleeding man beneath him.

(You want Kashmir, huh?)

The terrorist spat angrily, trying to free himself, but He suddenly pressed his boot harshly against the man's injured arm, making him scream in pain.

"Aaja," He muttered darkly, grabbing his collar and forcing him up roughly by the uniform. "Kashmir deta hoon."

(Come, let me give Kashmir to you)

Fear instantly appeared in the terrorist's eyes.

The soldiers dragged him forward while he shoved the explosive jacket against his chest.

The terrorist started struggling violently, screaming and begging as he tried to break free, but the soldiers held him firmly in place.

His breathing grew heavier.

The battlefield around them had gone strangely silent for a few seconds, only the sound of the freezing wind remained.

Then they tied him against a damaged fuel tanker.

He stepped back slowly, his expression unreadable as he pulled out the detonator from his pocket.

Snowflakes landed over his blood-stained uniform while smoke curled behind him.

The terrorist screamed helplessly.

Click.

BOOM.

A deafening explosion tore through the hills.

Fire burst violently into the dark sky along with smoke, metal, and shattered debris.

The force of the blast shook the ground beneath them while nearby soldiers instinctively covered themselves from the heat.

For a moment, silence followed.

Then the captain of their unit stepped forward, looking at Dhruv with pride visible in his eyes.

"Well done, Lieutenant Dhruv Khanna. Well done, team."

Dhruv gave a small nod, his face calm despite the chaos surrounding him.

Soon after, the soldiers began moving toward the medical wing nearby. Some had injuries on their arms, shoulders, and faces while medics rushed around treating them quickly.

Dhruv sat quietly on a metal chair while a medic cleaned the cut near his forehead.

Blood stained parts of his uniform, but he remained completely still, his expression unreadable as distant explosions continued echoing somewhere far away in the mountains.

The soft evening light fell gently across her face as she sat beside the window, completely lost in the pages of her favorite romance novel.

The cool breeze slipped inside the room, making the soft strands of her hair dance around her face while she slowly flipped another page. A faint blush spread across her cheeks at the words written in the novel, her lips curving shyly without even realizing it.

Beside her rested a glass vase filled with baby pink tulips.

As she adjusted her position slightly, her elbow accidentally brushed against the vase.

She gasped softly and quickly caught it before it could fall, letting out a small embarrassed chuckle at her own clumsiness.

Her fingers gently caressed the delicate tulips before she carefully placed the vase back in its place.

Then she returned to her novel once again.

As she flipped another page, a photograph suddenly slipped out from between the pages.

Her breath hitched.

Quickly, she caught the picture before it touched the floor, holding it tightly against her chest as her heartbeat picked up speed.

After a few silent seconds, Tulip slowly pulled the photograph away from her heart and looked at it lovingly.

A deep blush instantly appeared on her cheeks.

It was a picture from four years ago.

Him.

Laughing freely at something Shayan had said.

His eyes had crinkled softly at the corners while his smile looked brighter than the evening sunlight itself.

And she had secretly captured that moment without him knowing.

It had been four years since Tulip had actually seen him in person.

After that, he only existed through phone calls, occasional letters, and stolen mentions in conversations.

Sometimes he would call Shayan from his posting, and if Tulip happened to be around accidentally, they would exchange a few polite questions about health and studies.

Nothing more.

The conversations were always awkward, short, and surrounded by too many people.

But somehow...

That alone was enough for Tulip Sharma to survive.

"Tulip? Niche aaja beta! Khana khana hai!" Kavya called out from downstairs, pulling Tulip out of her thoughts.

(Tulip? Come downstairs dear! Food is ready!)

"Aayi mumma!" Tulip shouted back instantly.

(Coming mom!)

Tulip looked at the photograph one last time before pressing a soft kiss against it.

Then she carefully tucked it back inside the same novel it had slipped out from.

Placing the book back in its place, she slowly stood up from the window.

Her dupatta fluttered softly behind her as she walked out of the room and disappeared down the stairs.

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"Shit, shit, shit, shit! I'm late again! If I lose THIS deal, I'm done for. Papa toh apni favourite bandook se udaa denge mujhe!" he muttered under his breath while hurriedly checking the time on his watch again.

(Father will shoot me with his favourite gun.)

Coffee in one hand and a rolled blueprint in the other, Shayan practically rushed through the hallway. His expensive black suit sat perfectly on him despite his messy hurry, while a few loose strands of hair kept falling over his forehead.

He took another sip of his overpriced coffee before almost bumping into a girl who had turned around to stare at him.

"Aage dekh ke chalo," he said coldly without even stopping.

(Walk while looking ahead.)

The girl quickly lowered her gaze in embarrassment while her friends giggled quietly behind her.

Completely unaffected, Shayan continued walking quickly toward the meeting room.

As soon as he reached the large glass doors, he paused for a second to smooth his suit properly. Then he glanced down at the blueprint in his hand with a satisfied little smile before pushing the doors open.

The moment he entered, everyone inside immediately stood up.

"It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr. Shayan Sharma," one of the men greeted politely, extending his hand for a handshake.

Shayan gave a short nod before shaking hands with him professionally.

"Likewise," he replied calmly.

Soon, everyone settled down around the long conference table while the large design models and project files were placed in front of them.

One of the investors pushed a file toward Shayan.

"We've gone through your previous projects, Mr. Sharma. Your designs are modern while still maintaining warmth. That's exactly what this project requires."

Shayan leaned slightly back in his chair, listening carefully.

"This isn't just another building project for me," he said while opening the blueprint smoothly across the table. "People don't just buy homes anymore. They buy comfort. If the place doesn't feel alive, then the design fails."

The investors exchanged impressed glances.

Shayan then pointed toward different sections of the blueprint, confidently explaining every detail - the lighting, open spaces, rooftop garden, and the modern structure mixed with natural aesthetics.

His voice remained calm and assured the entire time.

"You've thought about every detail," another man admitted.

"That's why people hire me," Shayan replied casually, making a few of them chuckle softly.

After nearly an hour of discussions and negotiations, the head investor finally smiled and closed the file.

"Well then, Mr. Sharma... I think we have a deal."

A small grin immediately appeared on Shayan's face.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

The meeting ended soon after.

As Shayan walked out of the conference room, he loosened his tie slightly and smoothed his suit once again, satisfaction clear on his face.

"Or bata? Honeymoon se aa gaya?" he teased one of the workers after spotting him near the office entrance.

(So? Back from the honeymoon?)

"Sir!" the worker blushed deeply while the others burst into laughter.

Shayan chuckled softly before pushing his hair back and walking ahead confidently.

"Kya samajhta hai tu apne aap ko huh? Chori karega? Aur HUMARA purse chori karega huh? Din dahade? Le! Aur le!" the girl shouted furiously while gripping the thief tightly by his hair and slapping him repeatedly.

(What do you think of yourself huh? You'll steal things? Also MY purse? You have the audacity to steal my purse in broad daylight? Here! Take this! And this!)

A huge crowd had already gathered around them, enjoying the free entertainment in the middle of the road.

People whispered among themselves while watching the girl mercilessly beat the poor thief who had dared to snatch her purse.

"Kutton ke tukde kar ke tujhe khila dungi!" she yelled angrily while yanking his hair so hard that it was honestly surprising the strands hadn't fallen out yet.

(I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs!)

"Aunty, aapne galat bola hai! In chor uncle ke tukde kar ke kutton ko khilana hota hai!" a small boy from the crowd corrected loudly.

(You said it wrong, aunty! You're supposed to chop the thief uncle into pieces and feed HIM to the dogs!)

"Tujhe kyun charbi chadh rahi hai? Apni tongue muh ke andar rakh. Aur kis angle se hum aunty lagte hain, huh? Agla number tera hai. Ruk!" she glared at the boy threateningly, making him immediately shut his mouth.

(Why are you getting so overconfident? Keep your tongue inside your mouth. And from which angle do I look like an aunty, huh? You're next. Just wait!)

The crowd burst into laughter.

Just then, a sleek black car slowed down near the crowd after noticing the chaos.

"What is she doing here and why is she hitting him?!" Shayan muttered under his breath the moment he spotted her pulling the thief's hair like her life depended on it.

Quickly stepping out of the car, he pushed through the crowd and reached them.

"Ms. Trisha Khanna, what are you doing?!" Shayan exclaimed while immediately pulling her away from the thief and placing her safely behind him.

Then he turned toward the thief with a sharp glare before quickly looking back at her with concern.

"Did he hurt you?"

Trisha instantly shook her head before angrily pointing toward the thief.

"He was trying to steal my purse, so I pulled his hair," she explained innocently, almost sounding like a child defending herself after a fight.

For one brief second, Shayan nearly smiled at the pout resting on her lips and the complete innocence in her expression despite the chaos she had created.

He rubbed his forehead softly before sighing.

"Let's go," he said finally.

Then, without another word, he gently held her hand and helped her inside the car.

As he walked around to the driver's seat, he rubbed his nose lightly, trying hard to hide the smile threatening to appear on his face.

Meanwhile, behind them, the thief remained lying dramatically on the road while the crowd continued gossiping excitedly about the entire scene.

And completely unaware of the effect she had on him, Trisha Khanna sat inside the car proudly - as if beating thieves in public was part of her daily routine.

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