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Sanjana
Prologue
A person always has two doors to choose from: persistence and fear. Choosing fear, leads only to a dead end, along with an endless cycle of worry. I had learned that much at a young age, after losing both my parents. I don't feel scared of anything. Maybe that was because I didn't have much left to lose.
I exhaled, wrapping my blue parka tighter around me. Canadian winters were cold, but after 22 years of living here, one tends to adjust. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my flashlight. As I stepped around the woody area, the only sound was that of twigs crackling in pain under my foot. It didn't matter that it was pitch black I knew the route to Vidyut's cabin off by heart. The only reason for the flashlight was to ward off any impending danger in the form of wild animals. Coyotes loved these woods apparently.
It had been years since I had begun working for Vidyut and it still shocked me as to how little I knew of him; not that I cared of course. His business was his concern. I was in it for the money. He gave me assignments and I did them. We didn't say or discuss any more than what was absolutely required. Being a reserved person myself, I was content with that arrangement. Today seemed somewhat different though.
I had been in bed, ready to sleep, when the chime of my phone forced me up.
The abbreviation "V.R." had flashed onto the screen. Eyes hardening, I had answered the phone with a quiet "hello?"
"Meet me at the cabin; 10 minutes."
Before I could respond, he had cut the call. Muttering an annoyed "decision made, I suppose," I hurriedly slipped into a pair of blue jeans and black hoodie. I then slid into a pair of snug boots, and my parka, zipping it all the way to the top and covering as much of my face as I could with my hood. Though it was the dead of night with the kind of quiet one probably wouldn't even find in a cemetery, I couldn't afford to be seen by anyone.
Before heading into the woody trail, I grabbed a flashlight, threw it into my coat pocket and locked the door. "This had better be good Vidyut," I murmured.
The shed lay about half a mile from my house. Taking a shortcut through the woods saved several minutes, leaving me at the door in exactly the time Vidyut had demanded me there for. I now stood, staring at the dilapidated structure that loomed before me. It had certainly seen better days and seemed as if it could fall apart at any moment. No one came there. That's what made it the perfect meeting spot. Pushing open the front door (which was also coming off of its hinges) I stepped inside. I didn't have to walk far to notice him. He stood in the corner, hands in his pockets, gazing out of the window. Hearing my footsteps, he turned.
"You're here." It was a statement rather than a question.
"You left me no option." I answered in response.
"You know I don't bullshit with you Avni. And I won't lie to you now. You're one of the best people on my team. Better than even those that I trained personally. And that's why you will be responsible for the next assignment." He said. He walked over to a wooden table, pulling out a folder from his bag. Opening the document, he pulled out a photo and thrust it towards me. I examined it. It was the face of a smiling man. He was young likely not over the age of 28. His black hair framed his face with perfection, some strands falling over his forehead and grazing his eyes. He definitely has a smile to die for, I thought. He was lean too; but not skinny. While his close-cut button up shirt showed his physique to an extent, it certainly hinted of more surprises to come underneath.
"This is Neil Khanna. By this time next month, I need him dead."
I didn't respond. My jaw clenched. I extended the photograph back to him. "I don't do murder. And you very well know that." Till date, I had done some thieving, robberies and frauds; but murder? After what had happened to my parents? I couldn't, and I wouldn't stoop so low.
Vidyut chuckled. It was a dirty laugh as if he had been expecting my response all along. "Do you realize my dear," he began. "That I have the power to kill you? You don't dictate the rules here I do." I glared at him. "I have never feared death, Vidyut, and I don't fear it now. But Avni Mehta does not kill."
He still had that damn smirk plastered on his face. "And that's one of the reasons I hired you. You don't fear death. And I'm not stupid enough to threaten you with something you don't fear. Death is simple-it's easy- over in a second. The kind of power I have over you, however, is something much, much worse than death. It'll kill you every moment you're alive." He sauntered over to me, standing behind my back. His hands brushed my arms, travelling upward until they reached my shoulders. I had to put in every ounce of effort to prevent myself from bristling. I felt his sickeningly hot breath against my neck. And then he whispered: "I know what happened to your family."
End
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