Ek spy ki zindagi mein awards nahin hote. Sirf challenges hote hain. Aur khatre.
Parshuram kisi khatre se nahin darta, Sir.
Janta hu. Parshuram kisi khatre se beshak nahin darta. Lekin Shiv?
"That phone call has shaken me to my very bones. Sir was right. Shiv darta hai. Darta hai apne liye nahi. Balki..." He wiped a drop from his cheek. He didn't know whether it was a drop of tear or a drop of sweat. He didn't know fear could feel like this. He had never tasted fear in his whole life. And now, all of a sudden, he felt it in its full swing. His head felt dizzy and he grabbed a pole for support.
"Kahan hai Mera beta, Shiv? Tumhare ek jhooth ne meri duniya ujaad ke rakh di."
"Meri duniya? Mera beta? Wo mera bhi beta hai, Shalini. Tum sab meri duniya ho. Aur main ..." Shalini cut the call.
"Aur main meri duniya ko kuch nahi hone dunga" Shiv let go of the pole. His eyes reflected a determination. Because he knew that fear is strong. Very strong. But there's something stronger than fear. He looked ahead, this time, to save his world, not as Parshuram, but as Shiv.
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