SS: Interpol (Part 31NEWWWW Pg. 53 Taj Mahal) - Page 5

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Please continue, each part is exciting and making us wait for more. I am ardent fan of Adilie and this story line is super and so much better than the one shown in the actual show. Waiting eagerly for the next part and most importantly for Adilie scenes ❤️

Omg wht did I read this so interesting than the actual serial I would love to read further this sounds to exciting a mission to accomplish and discover each other … you write bfully please continue I will wait eagerly to read the next part loved how you made Imlie leave Adi and the leap of 3 yrs to leap of 10 yrs … loved loved it … 💕💕

Part 5:

Aditya went over that minute before he lost consciousness over and over in his head. Was that just a hallucination or did he see Imlie? Was Nishant right that is was just a passing thought from being in a high-stress situation?

But...it felt so real!

He could feel her weight on him. Whoever this lady was, she held him the same way Imlie held him when she dug him out of his shallow grave that Sattyakam had put him into. How can two women's touches feel the same? He knew Malini's touch was not the same as Imlie's. But he had not held a woman for so long that he started to doubt if he was just confusing a petite woman for another. And her hands, he knew the feel of those hands. Those eyes. How could they all match? Did his brain really just replace the agent with Imlie as it was going haywire from the fall and electrocution?

Aditya was still thinking all those things when his boss walked in to check on him.

Sir: How are you feeling now, Mr. Tripathi?

Aditya: I am okay, sir. I will be back on my feet in no time.

Sir: We were all very worried about you when we got the call.

Aditya suddenly had a thought: Who called you, sir? Was it a woman?

Sir: Ah no, it was a French guy. Said he had dropped you off at this hospital. He said you had a concussion and were on the ground near the New York Kavehaaz or some such place. We searched of course, but your tracer was out of service.

Aditya hand flew to his neck. His tracer. Where did that go?

Aditya: The agents were French, they probably tipped you off. Otherwise, what are the chances of another French man walking by at that time on the same street in Hungary? Do you have the number this man called from?

Sir checked his phone: It's a private number. You can't call back.

Aditya: Of course. Well, no matter, I will pursue this in other ways. Someone must have seen something at the restaurant.

Sir: No, Mr. Tripathi, I am taking you off this assignment. In fact, I am taking Baskar Times off this assignment. This was too risky for us to step into and they agents are clearly not happy with it. We cannot go further in this mess. It nearly cost your life.

Aditya, frustrated: It did not cost me my life. I only had a concussion because I fell. I will be fine. This is a big event and we should report on it.

Sir insisted: If the intelligent agencies see us as a nuisance exposing their involvement in this coup, god knows what will happen. We cannot risk the national security of any country taking part in this, that is not our role.

Aditya: I will be careful not to step on any toes, but I need to pursue this assignment, sir. I can't let this go mid-way.

Sir: Mr. Tripathi, please understand...

Aditya: No, sir, if you will not permit it, I have to take time off and do it myself. And you know how much time-off I have accumulated over the last ten years. I haven't taken a single day off and I will use them all if need be to find out more about the background operations of this coup. You don't have to publish anything if you deem it a national security threat, but I have to do my job.

Aditya was in and out of sleep the next day thinking about how to find the agents involved in this case. If there was even a remote chance that Imlie was in this case, he wanted to know why. He told Nishant his plan.

Nishant: What if she does not want to be found? You know how these clandestine operatives work, they are always undercover and they will not appreciate anyone getting in their way.

Aditya: I have to see her, if it's really her.

Nishant: You promised her you will not follow her. And you yourself said she might be married and happy in her new life somewhere now. What will be the point of seeing her, even if it is Imlie?

Aditya bit his lip at this conflict: I want to know why she choose this path. This life.

Nishant: She always wanted to be a big officer in the police or security-side. If she somehow ended up in the intelligence sector, it is not surprising. Leave it be, Bhai. You might endanger her, if you let on that you know her identity. That is, if that was her at all and not your brain overthinking things. We have no proof, bhai.

Aditya looked at Nishant: I didn't think of that. I don't want to endanger her.

Nishant: In my time in the US, I saw a lot of stories about CIA officers being exposed. They lose their jobs, if they are exposed. If Imlie is indeed working with French operatives, she needs to keep her identity a secret from the public. You cannot pursue the case.

Aditya nodded: You are right. But I am not going to expose her.

Nishant sighed: You ARE a member of the public, Bhai.

Aditya's heart sank as far as it had soared in the past two days.

Interpol head office in Lyon, France...

Alexandre knocked and swooped right in: Well, he's awake. So, you can stop blaming me now.

Imlie: I wasn't blaming you. You did your job, and ably, I might add.

Alexandre: That was most reactive I have ever seen you. You were basically frantic. Was that someone you knew? (He looked at her with those piercing blue eyes) Someone you care about?

Imlie glared at her blond alter ego: Nothing of the sort.

Alexandre sighed: We have to bring him in for questioning as soon as he's out. For now, we are monitoring him and his visitors. We tapped their phones and the hospital room. It seems the newspaper got spooked out of looking into the story, but...he seems to know you.

Imlie startled: What!? That's not possible, I was masked.

Alexandre smirked: So you do know him.

Imlie said nothing.

Alexandre: He knows it's you, he used your original name, Imlie. Wanted to see you and cover the story too, the boss couldn't get through to him, but the relative did. Apparently, you had some pact about not being followed.

Imlie snapped: That's enough now. He knew me before I was an officer. If he was talked out of it, then we can leave it there.

Alexandre, seriously: I am bringing him in tomorrow.

Imlie: Why!?

Alexandre: Because he saw everything!

Imlie: You said you got him as soon as he ran towards us.

Alexandre: Yes, but that means he saw the commotion. If he has any idea of who we were, it will be a disaster. And he already has doubts it was you.

Imlie: He's just a journalist.

Alexandre: Yes, it only takes one journalist to blow up an entire clandestine operation. I will bring them in tomorrow. Then, you and I will put an end to this. I don't recognize your response, Emily, since when are you less than thorough with your ops? Don't confuse your personal biases with your job.

Imlie took a deep breath: Very well. Bring him in.

Aditya's blindfold and sound-proof headphones were taken off. He sat in some kind of opaque glass interrogation room across from a very handsome, blond man who looked at him straight in the eyes. His eyes were ice blue.

Alexandre smiled slowly: Mr. Tripathi. Thank you for agreeing to chat with us.

Aditya, moodily: I was not given much choice in the matter.

Alexandre smiled: Well. Nonetheless. I will have you know that your brother and your employer are both within our custody and they are being properly looked after.

Aditya's eyes narrowed: What did you do with them? Who are you? They had nothing to do with any of this. I was the only one at the scene. Let them go and interrogate me, if you must.

Alexandre: They are not being tortured. Don't get ahead of yourself. We are only putting them in witness protection. As we will do with you, but before then, we need to know what you saw.

Aditya: I saw nothing but the Prime Minister being put in a car. I only had a lead that something like that might happen and I wanted to capture the story. Neither I, nor my newspaper, were going to expose anything to do with national security. We only wanted a scoop on the coup, if it came to that. In any case, you wiped out my camera's memory and took my tracer, which was just for safety, there is no picture proof of any of the agents.

Alexandre's eyebrow raised: Ah, so you know they were agents.

Aditya: Agent is a generic term. In any case, I was tased to the ground before I approached. You have nothing to fear from me.

Alexandre pushed his fingers through his hair: Ah yes, sorry about that. That was my fault. Sorry about your concussion. How are you feeling now?

Aditya, slowly: So, it was you.

Aditya looked this man up and down. This man was at least 6'2" in height. He couldn't have been the one who pulled the taser off him.

Aditya stepped cautiously into his question: Did you take my tracer too?

Alexandre: No, that was the lead of operations.

Aditya, under his breath: The woman.

Alexandre smirked: You know more than you let on, Mr. Tripathi. (He shifted back in his chair) You have an idea of her identity, I assume?

Aditya squinted: Why would you say that?

Alexandre shrugged and said nonchalantly: Because we wiretapped your hospital room. So you think you know the lady-in-question?

Aditya hesitated: I knew someone like her. It is probably just a misunderstanding.

Alexandre felt a pang of jealousy: A fully masked agent reminded you of someone you knew?

Imlie strode into the room from behind the opaque glass: I will take over from here, thank you.

Aditya froze as he stared at her. Imlie stood in front of him; not the cute, little girl with baby-fat in her cheeks, and those doe eyes, but an unsmiling woman with toned features and a knowing countenance. He could not believe 10 years could change a person to this degree. She looked more like Sattyakam's daughter than she ever did. Gone was the uncertainty, the hesitant innocence of her younger days when she always looked between a cornered rabbit or an overactive kitten. This was a lady, a combat operative. She wore her hair pulled back and her makeup too was minimal. She was standing at a straight 90 degree angle and she wore a slate grey suit with virtually no other color or distraction. Aditya looked down at her hand when a glint caught his eye. Two rings, in Western style, an engagement ring with a massive diamond, and a wedding band, graced her ring finger. His heart skipped a beat as tears blurred his vision.

The meetup is finally here. What did you think of this part? Comment and let me know.

Originally posted by: Marybarton

Part 5:

Aditya went over that minute before her lost consciousness over and over in his head. Was that just a hallucination or did he see Imlie? Was Nishant right that is was just a passing thought from being in a high-stress situation?

But it felt so real!

He could feel her weight on him. Whoever this lady was, she held him the same way Imlie held him when she dug him out of his shallow grave that Sattyakam had put him into. How can two women's touches feel the same? He knew Malini's touch was not the same as Imlie's. But he had not held a woman for so long that he started to doubt if he was just confusing a petite woman for another. And her hands, he knew the feel of those hands. Those eyes. How could they all match? Did his brain really just replace the agent with Imlie as it was going haywire from the fall and electrocution?

Aditya was still thinking all those things when his boss walked in to check on him.

Sir: How are you feeling now, Mr. Tripathi?

Aditya: I am okay, sir. I will be back on my feet in no time.

Sir: We were all very worried about you when we got the call.

Aditya suddenly had a thought: Who called you, sir? Was it a woman?

Sir: Ah no, it was a French guy. Said he had dropped you off at this hospital. He said you had a concussion and were on the ground near the New York Kavehaaz or some such place. We searched of course, but your tracer was out of service.

Aditya hand flew to his neck. His tracer. Where did that go?

Aditya: The agents were French, they probably tipped you off. Otherwise, what are the chances of another French man walking by at that time on the same street in Hungary? Do you have the number this man called from?

Sir checked his phone: It's a private number. You can't call back.

Aditya: Of course. Well, no matter, I will pursue this in other ways. Someone must have seen something at the restaurant.

Sir: No, Mr. Tripathi, I am taking you off this assignment. In fact, I am taking Baskar Times off this assignment. This was too risky for us to step into and they agents are clearly not happy with it. We cannot go further in this mess. It nearly cost your life.

Aditya, frustrated: It did not cost me my life. I only had a concussion because I fell. I will be fine. This is a big event and we should report on it.

Sir insisted: If the intelligent agencies see as as exposing their involvement in this coup, god knows what will happen. We cannot risk the national security of any country taking part in this, that is not our role.

Aditya: I will be careful not to step on any toes, but I need to pursue this assignment, sir. I can't let this go mid-way.

Sir: Mr. Tripathi, please understand...

Aditya: No, sir, if you will not permit it, I have to take time off and do it myself. And you know how much time-off I have accumulated over the last ten years. I haven't taken a single day off and I will use them all if need be to find out more about the background operations of this coup. You don't have to publish anything if you deem it a national security threat, but I have to do my job.

Aditya was in and out of sleep the next day thinking about how to find the agents involved in this case. If there was even a remote chance that Imlie was in this case, he wanted to know why. He told Nishant his plan.

Nishant: What if she does not want to be found? You know how these clandestine operatives work, they are always undercover and they will not appreciate anyone getting in their way.

Aditya: I have to see her, if it's really her.

Nishant: You promised her you will not follow her. And you yourself said she might be married and happy in her new life somewhere now. What will be the point of seeing her, if it is Imlie?

Aditya bit his lip at this conflict: I want to know why she choose this path. This life.

Nishant: She always wanted to be be a big officer in the police and security-side. If she somehow ended up in the intelligence sector, it is not surprising. Leave it be, Bhai. You might endanger her, if you let on that you know her identity. That is, if that was her at all and not your brain overthinking things. We have no proof, bhai.

Aditya looked at Nishant: I didn't think of that. I don't want to endanger her.

Nishant: In my time in the US, I saw a lot of stories about CIA officers being exposed. They lose their jobs if they are exposed. If Imlie is indeed working with French operatives, she needs to keep her identity a secret from the public. You cannot pursue the case.

Aditya nodded: You are right. But I am not going to expose her.

Nishant: You ARE a member of the public, Bhai.

Aditya's heart sank as far as it had soared in the past two days.

Interpol head office in Lyon, France...

Alexandre knocked and swooped right in: Well, he's awake. So, you can stop blaming me now.

Imlie: I wasn't blaming you. You did your job, and ably, I might add.

Alexandre: That was most reactive I have ever seen you. You were basically frantic. Is that someone you know? (He looked at her with those piercing blue eyes) Someone you care about?

Imlie glared at her blond alter ego: Nothing of the sort.

Alexandre sighed: We have to bring him in for questioning as soon as he's out. For now, we are monitoring him and his visitors. We tapped their phones and the hospital room. It seems the newspaper got spooked out of looking into the story, but he seems to know you.

Imlie startled: What? That's not possible, I was masked.

Alexandre: So...you do know him.

Imlie said nothing.

Alexandre: He knows it's you, he used your original name, Imlie. Wanted to see you and cover the story too, the boss couldn't get through to him, but the relative did. Apparently, you had some pact about not being followed.

Imlie snapped: That's enough now. He knew me before I was an officer. If he was talked out of it, we can leave it there.
Alexandre, seriously: I am bringing him in tomorrow.

Imlie: Why!?

Alexandre: Because he saw everything!

Imlie: You said you got him as soon as he ran towards us.

Alexandre: Yes, but that means he saw the commotion. If he has any idea of who we were, it will be a disaster.

Imlie: He's just a journalist.

Alexandre: Yes, it only takes one journalist to blow up an entire clandestine operation. I will bring them in tomorrow. Then, you and I will put an end to this. I don't recognize you, Emily, since when are you less than thorough with your ops? Don't confuse your personal biases with your job.

Imlie took a deep breath: Very well. Bring him in.

Aditya's blindfold and sound-proof headphones were taken off. He sat in some kind of opaque glass interrogation room across from a very handsome, blond man who looked at him straight in the eyes. This eyes were ice blue.

Alexandre smiled slowly: Mr. Tripathi. Thank you for agreeing to chat with us.

Aditya, moodily: I was not given much choice in the matter.

Alexandre smirked: Well. Nonetheless. I will have you know that your brother and your employer are both within our custody and they are being properly looked after.

Aditya's eyes narrowed: What did you do with them? Who are you? They had nothing to do with any of this. I was the only one at the scene. Let them go and interrogate me, if you must.

Alexandre: They are not being tortured. Don't get ahead of yourself. We are only putting them in witness protection. As we will do with you, but before then, we need to know what you saw.

Aditya: I saw nothing but the Prime Minister being put in a car. I only had a lead that something like that might happen and I wanted to capture the story. Neither I, nor my newspaper, were going to exposure anything to do with national security. We only wanted a scoop on the coup, if it came to that. In any case, you wiped out my camera's memory and took my tracer, which was just for safety, there was no picture proof of any of the agents.

Alexandre's eyebrow raised: Ah, so you know they were agents.

Aditya: Agents is a generic term. In any case, I was tased to the ground before I approached. You have nothing to fear from me.

Alexandre pushed his fingers through his hair: Ah yes, sorry about that. That was my fault. Sorry about your concussion. How are you feeling now?

Aditya: So, it was you.

Aditya looked his man up and down. This man was at least 6'2" in height. He couldn't have been the one who pulled the taser off him.

Aditya stepped cautiously into his question: Did you take my tracer too?

Alexandre: No, that was the lead of operations.

Aditya, under his breath: The woman.

Alexandre smiled: You know more than you let on, Mr. Tripathi. (He shifted back in his chair) You have an idea of her identity, I assume?

Aditya squinted: Why would you say that?

Alexandre strugged and than nonchalantly: Because we tapped your hospital room. So you think you know the lady-in-question?

Aditya hesitated: I knew someone like her. It is probably just a misunderstanding.

Alexandre felt a pang of jealousy: A fully masked agent reminded you of someone you knew?

Imlie strode into the room from behind the opaque glass: I will take over from here, thank you.

Aditya froze as he stared at her. Imlie stood in front of him. Not the cute, little girl with baby-fat in her cheeks, and those doe eyes, but an unsmiling woman with toned features and a knowing countenance. He could not believe 10 years could change a person to this degree. She looked more like a Sattyakam's daughter than she ever did. Gone was the uncertainty, the hesitant innocence of her younger days when she always looked between a cornered rabbit or an overactive kitten. This was a lady, a combat operative. She was standing at a straight 90 degree angle and she wore a slate grey suit with virtually color. Aditya looked down at her hand when a glint caught his eye. Two rings, in the Western style, an engagement ring with a massive diamond, and a wedding band, graced her ring finger. His heart skipped a beat as tears blurred his vision.

The meetup is finally here. What did you think of this part? Comment and let me know.

excited abt this entire part … gosh I can very well

Imagine Adi and Imlie here while reading … u have given fodder to survive this weekend I just loved it … 10 yrs past by as a breeze …

Originally posted by: Marybarton

Part 5:

Aditya went over that minute before her lost consciousness over and over in his head. Was that just a hallucination or did he see Imlie? Was Nishant right that is was just a passing thought from being in a high-stress situation?

But it felt so real!

He could feel her weight on him. Whoever this lady was, she held him the same way Imlie held him when she dug him out of his shallow grave that Sattyakam had put him into. How can two women's touches feel the same? He knew Malini's touch was not the same as Imlie's. But he had not held a woman for so long that he started to doubt if he was just confusing a petite woman for another. And her hands, he knew the feel of those hands. Those eyes. How could they all match? Did his brain really just replace the agent with Imlie as it was going haywire from the fall and electrocution?

Aditya was still thinking all those things when his boss walked in to check on him.

Sir: How are you feeling now, Mr. Tripathi?

Aditya: I am okay, sir. I will be back on my feet in no time.

Sir: We were all very worried about you when we got the call.

Aditya suddenly had a thought: Who called you, sir? Was it a woman?

Sir: Ah no, it was a French guy. Said he had dropped you off at this hospital. He said you had a concussion and were on the ground near the New York Kavehaaz or some such place. We searched of course, but your tracer was out of service.

Aditya hand flew to his neck. His tracer. Where did that go?

Aditya: The agents were French, they probably tipped you off. Otherwise, what are the chances of another French man walking by at that time on the same street in Hungary? Do you have the number this man called from?

Sir checked his phone: It's a private number. You can't call back.

Aditya: Of course. Well, no matter, I will pursue this in other ways. Someone must have seen something at the restaurant.

Sir: No, Mr. Tripathi, I am taking you off this assignment. In fact, I am taking Baskar Times off this assignment. This was too risky for us to step into and they agents are clearly not happy with it. We cannot go further in this mess. It nearly cost your life.

Aditya, frustrated: It did not cost me my life. I only had a concussion because I fell. I will be fine. This is a big event and we should report on it.

Sir insisted: If the intelligent agencies see as as exposing their involvement in this coup, god knows what will happen. We cannot risk the national security of any country taking part in this, that is not our role.

Aditya: I will be careful not to step on any toes, but I need to pursue this assignment, sir. I can't let this go mid-way.

Sir: Mr. Tripathi, please understand...

Aditya: No, sir, if you will not permit it, I have to take time off and do it myself. And you know how much time-off I have accumulated over the last ten years. I haven't taken a single day off and I will use them all if need be to find out more about the background operations of this coup. You don't have to publish anything if you deem it a national security threat, but I have to do my job.

Aditya was in and out of sleep the next day thinking about how to find the agents involved in this case. If there was even a remote chance that Imlie was in this case, he wanted to know why. He told Nishant his plan.

Nishant: What if she does not want to be found? You know how these clandestine operatives work, they are always undercover and they will not appreciate anyone getting in their way.

Aditya: I have to see her, if it's really her.

Nishant: You promised her you will not follow her. And you yourself said she might be married and happy in her new life somewhere now. What will be the point of seeing her, if it is Imlie?

Aditya bit his lip at this conflict: I want to know why she choose this path. This life.

Nishant: She always wanted to be be a big officer in the police and security-side. If she somehow ended up in the intelligence sector, it is not surprising. Leave it be, Bhai. You might endanger her, if you let on that you know her identity. That is, if that was her at all and not your brain overthinking things. We have no proof, bhai.

Aditya looked at Nishant: I didn't think of that. I don't want to endanger her.

Nishant: In my time in the US, I saw a lot of stories about CIA officers being exposed. They lose their jobs if they are exposed. If Imlie is indeed working with French operatives, she needs to keep her identity a secret from the public. You cannot pursue the case.

Aditya nodded: You are right. But I am not going to expose her.

Nishant: You ARE a member of the public, Bhai.

Aditya's heart sank as far as it had soared in the past two days.

Interpol head office in Lyon, France...

Alexandre knocked and swooped right in: Well, he's awake. So, you can stop blaming me now.

Imlie: I wasn't blaming you. You did your job, and ably, I might add.

Alexandre: That was most reactive I have ever seen you. You were basically frantic. Is that someone you know? (He looked at her with those piercing blue eyes) Someone you care about?

Imlie glared at her blond alter ego: Nothing of the sort.

Alexandre sighed: We have to bring him in for questioning as soon as he's out. For now, we are monitoring him and his visitors. We tapped their phones and the hospital room. It seems the newspaper got spooked out of looking into the story, but he seems to know you.

Imlie startled: What? That's not possible, I was masked.

Alexandre: So...you do know him.

Imlie said nothing.

Alexandre: He knows it's you, he used your original name, Imlie. Wanted to see you and cover the story too, the boss couldn't get through to him, but the relative did. Apparently, you had some pact about not being followed.

Imlie snapped: That's enough now. He knew me before I was an officer. If he was talked out of it, we can leave it there.
Alexandre, seriously: I am bringing him in tomorrow.

Imlie: Why!?

Alexandre: Because he saw everything!

Imlie: You said you got him as soon as he ran towards us.

Alexandre: Yes, but that means he saw the commotion. If he has any idea of who we were, it will be a disaster.

Imlie: He's just a journalist.

Alexandre: Yes, it only takes one journalist to blow up an entire clandestine operation. I will bring them in tomorrow. Then, you and I will put an end to this. I don't recognize you, Emily, since when are you less than thorough with your ops? Don't confuse your personal biases with your job.

Imlie took a deep breath: Very well. Bring him in.

Aditya's blindfold and sound-proof headphones were taken off. He sat in some kind of opaque glass interrogation room across from a very handsome, blond man who looked at him straight in the eyes. This eyes were ice blue.

Alexandre smiled slowly: Mr. Tripathi. Thank you for agreeing to chat with us.

Aditya, moodily: I was not given much choice in the matter.

Alexandre smirked: Well. Nonetheless. I will have you know that your brother and your employer are both within our custody and they are being properly looked after.

Aditya's eyes narrowed: What did you do with them? Who are you? They had nothing to do with any of this. I was the only one at the scene. Let them go and interrogate me, if you must.

Alexandre: They are not being tortured. Don't get ahead of yourself. We are only putting them in witness protection. As we will do with you, but before then, we need to know what you saw.

Aditya: I saw nothing but the Prime Minister being put in a car. I only had a lead that something like that might happen and I wanted to capture the story. Neither I, nor my newspaper, were going to exposure anything to do with national security. We only wanted a scoop on the coup, if it came to that. In any case, you wiped out my camera's memory and took my tracer, which was just for safety, there was no picture proof of any of the agents.

Alexandre's eyebrow raised: Ah, so you know they were agents.

Aditya: Agents is a generic term. In any case, I was tased to the ground before I approached. You have nothing to fear from me.

Alexandre pushed his fingers through his hair: Ah yes, sorry about that. That was my fault. Sorry about your concussion. How are you feeling now?

Aditya: So, it was you.

Aditya looked this man up and down. This man was at least 6'2" in height. He couldn't have been the one who pulled the taser off him.

Aditya stepped cautiously into his question: Did you take my tracer too?

Alexandre: No, that was the lead of operations.

Aditya, under his breath: The woman.

Alexandre smiled: You know more than you let on, Mr. Tripathi. (He shifted back in his chair) You have an idea of her identity, I assume?

Aditya squinted: Why would you say that?

Alexandre strugged and than nonchalantly: Because we tapped your hospital room. So you think you know the lady-in-question?

Aditya hesitated: I knew someone like her. It is probably just a misunderstanding.

Alexandre felt a pang of jealousy: A fully masked agent reminded you of someone you knew?

Imlie strode into the room from behind the opaque glass: I will take over from here, thank you.

Aditya froze as he stared at her. Imlie stood in front of him. Not the cute, little girl with baby-fat in her cheeks, and those doe eyes, but an unsmiling woman with toned features and a knowing countenance. He could not believe 10 years could change a person to this degree. She looked more like a Sattyakam's daughter than she ever did. Gone was the uncertainty, the hesitant innocence of her younger days when she always looked between a cornered rabbit or an overactive kitten. This was a lady, a combat operative. She was standing at a straight 90 degree angle and she wore a slate grey suit with virtually color. Aditya looked down at her hand when a glint caught his eye. Two rings, in the Western style, an engagement ring with a massive diamond, and a wedding band, graced her ring finger. His heart skipped a beat as tears blurred his vision.

The meetup is finally here. What did you think of this part? Comment and let me know.

Satyakam's daughter... U had it there lady.. U just had it..

What a face offf.... 🔥🔥

This is just awesome.. Please do continue.. Loving reading this..

Loved reading about a strong Imlie and not the Aaya they are making her to be

'emily' 🤣 it had to be! Gosh! Loving this! 😍 I love how you're making use of each character's expressions that were shown in the show. Adi biting his lip, his moody responses, Nishant sighing, etc. I love it love it please continue!!!

Originally posted by: krispy

Loved reading about a strong Imlie and not the Aaya they are making her to be

I swear they are turning her into a doormat of epic proportions. All she seems to care about is her sister who openly tells her she wants Imlie's husband and that child.

Originally posted by: Marybarton

I swear they are turning her into a doormat of epic proportions. All she seems to care about is her sister who openly tells her she wants Imlie's husband and that child.

It’s a pendulum swing. Either there is too much emphasis where they use it to make Imlie get insulted in the name of her college dreams or she is a care taker at the house.