A Ballad of Two Soldiers- new updates page 13

Here is a new Fic on Rajveer and Naina,

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"Lt. Naina Ah. Singh reporting Sir."

The sleek sound of her salute broke the silence of the hallroom.
Major Dixit looked up from his paper with a look of surprise in his eyes.
He was impressed by the look of this new officer in her crispy olive uniform. Her skin was bright against the color of her uniform and her eyes shone with determination. He thought he saw a faint wave of smile quickly passing over her lips.
"Naina Ah Singh, No such name in my list." It was more like a question .

"Lt Naina Singh Ahluwalia, Sir" Naina said without any trace of outward show of emotions.
But in her mind , she knew why she suddenly said like this. All through her journey from Ambala to Darjeeling she had been thinking about her life in KMA and of course about her Rajveer Sir. She was happy that her brother Navin Singh Ahluwalia had got back his honor. She was happier as Lala Gehlot, the man behind all the tragedy was punished . But that did not bring her Rajveer Sir back to her. And how she wished that Raveer would be her first commanding officer! So when she arrived in Darjeeling and entered the hallroom of the Cantonment head office, she had half expected to find Major Rajveer sitting on that desk and receiving her with a smile.
"So my dear Cadet Naina Ah Sing is now an officer ! Welcome Lt NAina "

"Lt Singh," , MAjor Dixits's barritone voice brought back NAina from her own dreamland , visiting which had become one of her favourite hobby.

"Yes Sir"

"Welcome to the Eastern Post of our amy at Siliguri, this is a very strategic position of Indian army as we are close to the border of a number of neighboring countries like Nepal, Bhutan, Bangladesh and China. We are also amidst a very unique region comprising of different nationalities and till recent times, a spot of continuous civil unrest. ."

"Yes Sir"

"Now you are located at our orientation academy for new officers in Lebong Cantoment area. You will remain here for two weeks before getting your duty at Siligurri. Wish you a good stay. Try to get accustomed to the heights and to the taste of local food."

"Sir, I am from Almora and already used to heights right from childhood"

"Good , Lt Singh, I am very pleased to know that " , Major replied with a smile. He was a handsome man, with penetrating eyes and well built body.

Naina was soon led to her room in officers dormitory by a female attendant. It was a big room but without the luxuries enjoyed by the faculty of KMA.

"Ma'am, dinner will be served at the cafeteria at 8 p.m sharp. You have to be dressed for the dinner."

Naina looked at her watch, , it was 6:30 pm. So she still had some time. Being a very organized person, she immediately took out her belongings from her suitcase and bags and piled them neatly in the wardrobe. She set aside a long black skirt, a white shirt and a black shawl for dinner.

She smiled as she unpacked her teddy from the bag and stroked its fur. No matter how old she gets, she could never part with it. Her moments of joy and sorrow were always shared with the toy. She set it on the bedside table. Then she lovingly unfolded a photoframe from underneath her clothes. This was gifted to her by Yudi before parting from KMA. It was a picture of herself and Captain Rajveer dancing on the night when Captain got engaged to Dr. Ritu. She put it beside the teddy bear.

"Sir , Are you still there somewhere ?"

Her whisper spiralled up in the air and went out the window overlooking the beautiful valley underneath. It stopped on the streets of Darjeeling where a loan man was walking . He was wearing a pair of worn out jeans and his face was covered with unkempt beards but his eyes were sharp. He was surrounded by a mob of children , all trying to get attention from him.

"Raju Chacha " , they yelled.

Raju Chaacha turned around. It seemed to him that he heard a voice calling him,"Sir,".

He looked near and far but noone could be seen, Only the light breeze softly swayed the mountain pines on the road side. He loved the smell of pines. He had been parentless and brought up in hillside convent schools. His life in army was also spent in hilly areas.

Children around him again began to scream and shout and tugged his woolen wrap.
"Kahani sunao na Chacha "

"Woh Naina 'Sepahi ki kahani '"

Rajveer's evening were spent telling stories to these children , In the morning he taught in a local school. Afternoons were busy with voluntary jobs , doing different types of chores for the village people, giving them first aid, taking them to local hospital , writing letters for some or teaching the youths football. But the evening were his favourite time. Then he told these children stories, fairy-tale stories , which were modified versions of his experience in his army-days. But the story which he loved the most to narrate and the children also loved the most to hear was the story of a female soldier named Naina who had saved him from ferocious bandits.

Soon the group reached the humble abode of Rajubhai. He asked the children to quietly sit down as he lit a oil lamp.

" Bahut din pahele ek pari jaisi ledki thi. ., uski badi , badi aankhen aur muskurate hue hothon sabko bahut pasand the'''''''"

"Kya naam tha uska "

"Naina ' "

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WOW its AWSOME yaar really loved it and just cant wait to know what will happen next 👏
god feeling so sad for both naina and raj what r they going through 😭 😭 😭 i cant wait for the day they will meet i know itni jaldi woh din aane se raha but will wait for it do post the next update soon 👏

Update - Part 3

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After listening to the story of Naina-Sepahi for umpteenth times the children left Rajuchacha's abode content and happy. Raju Chaacha loved it when the children's eyes shone with joy and happiness and he never regretted this part of his new life.

Later in the evenings started another chapter of his life in exile. He quickly changed into dark tight clothes, put a cap on his head and tied a kerchief across his nose and mouth. The pistol which was all the way along with him was tucked safely in his worn out boots. The ammunition is really hard to get by but he somehow managed. And it is always of more advantage to have an unloaded gun than not to have a gun at all.

And thus he started for his regular nocturnal adventure

Not very far away from Darjeeling on the road towards Nepal, a truck loaded with banana was standing besides the road. Three men were waiting there. They were expecting some one to arrive. One of them smoked a cigarette. In the darkness nothing was visible except the flicker of the cigarette.

" Aur kitne time lagega un saale ko yahan aane ke liye, usse aage to koi police wale na aa jaye. " said the man with the cigarette.

" Awaz kam karke bolo , wo tiktiki ghumte ( police informers are called tiktiki i.e. lizards in Bengal). Aise , suna hai ki Siligurri mein koi naye dus army officers join karne wale hai humare dhannde ko baandh karne ke liye.

" Aur paanch minute dekhke hum nikal jayenge, var na Nepal ke border tak subaha hone ke aage pahoonchna namumkin hoga" remarked the third man while tilting his cap. Aise tujhe malum hai yeh army officers kaise hai.?" He bent down and touched the gun stuck up in his boots.

Darjeeling lies directly on the drug route from Thailand and Burma to Nepal via Bangladesh and India. The foreign tourists in Nepal are the hottest and richest customers of the drug pedlars. Indian Government had so far failed to break this line of supply and this year have decided to strengthen their army regiment in Siligurri by adding more officers and ammunitions. Naina's posting was a part of this endeavor.

Naina came up to her bedroom. She took out her night clothes and changed into them. She always wore a loose salwar and t-shirt or tank-top for her sleep. As she looked into the mirror over the basin , she felt as if someone hugged her from the back and encircled her into his arms. She imagined Raj ( in her imaginations Rajveer was always Raj for her) putting his chin on her left shoulder and kissing her neck. Naina responded by putting her hands on his . She smiled and as she turned around to cuddle more closely in his arms, the sharp ringing of the house telephone broke her nightly daydreams .

"Captain Das speaking . Lt. Singh. I will come to pick you up tomorrow at 8 a.m. sharp."

"Yes Sir. I will be waiting for you in the lobby downstairs. "

As Naina went to bed , turning the lamps off. She took the photo-frame from the bedside table and kissed it. She felt not the hardness and coldness of the glass frame but the warmth and depth of human lips.

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was near midnight when two more men on a bicycle appeared on the spot where the three men with the truck of banana were waiting.

"Aise der kyun hua?," the man with cigaretter grunted.

"Border mein bahut security hai, bahut mushkil se nikal hai humne," answered one of the newly arrived men.

They unpacked a 10-kg packet wrapped up with lots of paper from the bicycle carrier and hid it underneath the bananas inside the truck.

"Jaldi karo ..",

The man with the cigarette got up in the driver's seat and started the engine. The man with the cap got up beside the driver. While getting up the pistol hidden in his boot shone brightly for a flicker of a second in the moonlight. He tilted his cap more to hide his eyes . The other man got up behind the truck besides the bananas and covered himself up with a jute sack . The truck started its journey towards the Nepalese boder in the North Western direction.

It was already one hour after midnight. Naina was tossing and turning in her bed. The room was too warm from the heat of the fire-place . Naina threw away the comforter and sat up. Something was telling her that next day would bring some kind of new excitement . Something very intersting would happen! After a very long time she could feel the joy in her heart, a kind of expectation, a kind of feeling when everything around one seem to be very dear and very lovely, A feeling of content and happiness, a feeling of satisfaction with very small things - the ultimate feeling of love. Earlier she used to feel like this when she was with Captain Rajveer, It was a pleasure for her to run to Captain's room in between the classes to share some small little thing with him . His face would also light up when seeing her glowing face.

That time she did not understand that it was love - pure love which both of them felt for each other and which made them so happy .

She was a fool not to recognize it, he was a bigger fool not to tell her about it.

Naina opened the window for a few moments to let in the fresh and cool moutain air enter the room and immediately started to shiver in the cold. She quickly closed the wndow and went to bed again. This time her slumber was deep and restful and was awakened only by the buzz of the alarm of her cell-phone set at 6 a.m.

All the three men were drowsy when the truck was intercepted by the border security forces.

"Kahan ja rahe ho ?" They were asked by the police.

" Export item hai humare saath, Nepal jaane hoga"

"Puri tarah truck ko search karne ke baad aap ja sakte hai"

As they stopped tthe truck , the three men got out and suddenly started to run in differnt diretions. Soon the guards caught two of them But one of them escaped. He ran further towards a hillside bush and before melting into the darkness waved back to the chief of the BSF posting there.

The morning paper carried a headline in the bottom of the front page. .

" A smuggle of 10 kg heorin was intrercepted by BSF jawans and local residents. "

Just read the story so far...n I'm touched by it's freshness...so keep on updating .. 😊

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but plzzz long1 next time................