Chapter 1
Being a full-time assassin agent is sure a lot of work. Body pain, a stinking smell of blood, and a restless mind, always plotting for a new target. I was wondering something, and suddenly Abhishek said, ‘Hey Jaanvi, what are you doing? Focus on killing them. He is in the back. Watch it!’
Our consignment was completed successfully, and we were grabbing shawarmas on the road, straight heading to the Ghatkopar metro station. Abhishek asked, ‘What were you thinking during the fight? Your ass would have been cleaned if you hadn’t paid attention to it. Haha’. I replied, “None of your business, jerk. It’d be better if I really died because I’m so tired of my boss”. I sighed and rolled my eyes, but Abhishek felt uncomfortable hearing that as if he were my lover lol.
Abhishek and I have been hitman partners for almost four years, and I still find him so annoying. But yeah, sometimes he does give me a good ride in the night to escape from reality in bed. I wonder what he is doing... Anyways, we have a special project for a week where I’ll have to work with a new team to handle a bunch of hooligans who are targeting Mumbai’s MLA Lokpal Yadav Singh.
Abhishek and I were waiting at Bandhup station, fully suited up with protective vests inside because this mission was of ‘A’ grade and with my years of experience, my boss annoyingly drags me to such shitty missions. Today, I’ll be working with another assassin team of agents. Wait a minute, the smell feels familiar…
That sports-brand chappal, Cartier watch, and straight-iron-collared white shirt. It was him, Abhay, my ex or maybe not my ex-husband. We saw each other for a while in awe. Putting his hand forward for a handshake, Abhay said, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve seen you somewhere. But anyways, hello team. I’m Abhay (right beside him), she is Vanita, my assassin partner, and we are here to help you with the work our bosses assigned”. He smirked at me with teasing.
What in the world was going on? This man is an assassin, too? What? Why? The sense of familiarity, comfort, and mystery overwhelmed me for a moment. “Hi, I am Jaanvi, an A-grade assassin with my partner Abhishek (on my left side). Let’s get the work started. Today, we need to search nearby areas and set up our places as MLA will go through this area for the political parade tomorrow. Vanita, go check the top places where you think your sniping works best. Abhishek, please get the CCTV and tech access in that area, and I’ll go check the place and find loopholes and strategies for the plan,” I ordered.
Abhay asked, “What about me? I am a good strength fighter”. I said, ’Yes, I know. The boss told us. You’ll be needed if plan A doesn’t work and if we need to get our hands dirty. Till then, my guns and your strength can rest for a while. He smirked again in a dirty way and replied, ‘As you say, madam, let’s go rest.’ He winks at me, and suddenly, I can access his dirty mind like before. ‘Ugh, whatever,’ I roll my eyes. Abhishek was watching him closely and was confused about our behaviour.
We headed to our work and kept our guards up because it will be the same area where enemies will plot their strategies for tomorrow as well. Andheri’s Sakinaka area is a very tricky place, though. We had S-rank support, so it won’t be that hard. No wonder Abhay got into S-rank so fast. He was always a good player.
While walking, Abhishek asked, “Did you guys meet before? Why did you both feel familiar with each other?” I replied, ‘That’s not that deep.’ I got pissed off and lit my cigarette and continued, ‘He was my husband.’ Abhishek was flabbergasted, and he said, “Oh my god! What a twist of fate! You had a husband? Oh man! This was sick, dude! Do I still have a chance, though?” I laughed and pushed his shoulder slightly and said, “Yeah, only if you can keep me entertained. Now go and check that corner of the metro stairs’ CCTV and security system there”. He smiled, looking at my frowning face, and went there.
I was watching all the bits and corners of the area when Abhay came from behind and said, “Hey Jaanvi, you left something there”. He was taking heavy breaths as if he had run from the stairs looking for me. I glanced at him in question. He said, ‘You forgot me.’ I rolled my eyes again and kept walking further.
Like a clown, he kept following me and dancing around like a stupid kid. After a while, he asked, “Is that guy...umm...Abhishek, your boyfriend?” I said, ‘Nope, he is my assassin partner, but sometimes I jerk on him if I feel like it some nights.’ He made a stupid face and exhaled, saying, “Alright, I see. Would you like to visit my place sometime?”
I don’t know, in a wind of curiosity or I got swayed with nostalgic feelings, I asked, ‘Okay, but where?’. He winked at me and said, ‘The same place where we lived’. My heart dropped like my cigarette off my mouth, hearing that. It was a place so long ago. I nearly forgot the place where I used to live with him. I gathered my focus again and started searching the target area.
The next day we met again. Abhay was looking cheerful than before. We headed to our assigned places. Abhishek was monitoring all the locations with CCTV footage, and Vanita was ready with her sniper above Sakinaka Metro Station Terrace. Abhay was near to traffic signal stand in the disguise of a commoner, being ready for a close combat, and I was fully jammed with my long and short range guns, looking at everyone from the first floor of the office nearby Sakinaka intersection and road lane.
The crowd came in, the police were managing traffic, the crowd, and lots of fireworks and noises were going on. After a while, the big SUV of MLA came with full tight protection. MLA Lokhande was a jerk that I personally didn’t want to save, but I cared about no one else except completing my consignment and getting my money to buy new cool guns and knives. I scanned a few hooligans in disguise and alerted my team properly. Some of them were quietly taken down among the crowd closely by Abhay and were tied to our security van for further investigation. Other snipers and gunmen were killed by Vanita. Abhishek made sure MLA was going through the route safely. While I was fighting with the enemy agents, who entered this office where the MLA will join for a meeting with other politicians for Mumbai’s secret security discussion.
As soon as I thought I finished all the guys nearby, a big, tall man with a bulletproof vest entered. None of my guns and knives worked on him, and he banged me against the walls and threw me off many times. Yearning for help, I jumped to the scene and started fighting with him strategically. It was a learning experience, though, on how professionally he kicks that bastard.
Suddenly, a gunman was right behind my back. Before shooting, Abhay screamed at me, ‘Watch your back,’ while fighting with that big guy. I dodged the bullet and kicked that shit off. I slid between the legs of the tall guy and shot him in his balls. He got defeated. Abhay watched and laughed, saying, ″You have always got your eyes on balls, you crazy bitch.″ I smirked, feeling a little offended.
MLA went to the discussion smoothly and came back. Our assignment was done, we packed our bags and left. Abhishek and I went to Pop Tate’s near it and ate snacks for some time. At night in the apartment with passion, Abhishek was licking and eating my pussy. He was about to put his dick inside. I stopped him and said, ‘Enough of your Bakchodi now, go to sleep’. He frowned and slept doing masturbation. On the other side of the bed, I was constantly thinking of Abhay, how smart he looked, kicking that guy.
Abhishek and I share the same bed, but not feelings. Agents should not be attached to anything except their target. Due to Mumbai’s heavy rent, I’m stuck with him, but somewhere I have started to crave for that house again…
It was my day off. I went to Dharavi’s old slum, where I used to live with him. The door was carelessly opened. I saw Vanita in her bra and panties with Abhay in shorts in the same bed watching TV and eating popcorn.
I smirked and entered the house, saying, ‘Isn’t the agent too careless to lock the door?’. He stopped eating popcorn with surprise, and Vanita rolled her eyes, woke up from bed, put on her clothes and went out of the house, lazily giving us space to talk. He started laughing out of nowhere and said, ‘Welcome, come to this beggar’s house, lol’.
I went inside and saw the house exactly the way it was when I left 10 years ago. Lime green wall painting and everything included our wedding trip in the front room on the wall behind the bed, but the place is definitely messier. 12 years ago, I married him and came here. We had everything that an average couple had. We had the same regular, monotonous life. I was trapped with housewife duties and traditional stuff. My frustration and resentment built over time, and I confronted Abhay many times to Abhay on this, but always ended up in arguments. After two years of marriage, I packed my bags and left him. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I definitely wanted thrill, independence, and a life of my own.
Since that day, I never looked back or regretted anything. I didn’t care how many men I hooked up with during missions. I enjoyed all missions with perfection. The thrill I needed in life. I still remember the day my boss picked me up from Wadala railway platform, where I was crying with my packed suitcase, hopeless. He said, ‘What’s a built lady doing and crying over?’. He gave me his card, and a few days later, I joined his agent crew and started training.
I asked, “What’s that picture doing there? Aren’t you married now?” He looked at me slowly and said, ‘Yes, I’m married, but I’m too lazy to do the cleanups.’ He laughed, and I gave him a little push. I asked, ’Is Vanita your girl now?’. Somewhere, I felt bitter but asked anyway, because we’ve been out of each other’s lives for a long time, so it’s obvious that he’ll move on. He said, ‘not really, just my fuck buddy sometimes, only if I’m close to my wife, I don’t need her, and she doesn’t care as long as she has a good time with me’. He wears his robe with his unshaved beard, hands me a bottle of beer and says, ‘What brings you here?’.
I blushed and stuttered, “Nothing. You called me to hang out a few days back, remember?” He remembers and nods his head. I grazed my hands over a few things in the house with nostalgia. The house I created with love, and left it in the desert. A strong sense of guilt pierced my heart like a dagger. Coming back to my senses, I asked, ’What made you leave your good salaried manager job there and join as a hitman?’. He shrugged his shoulder with wrinkled head in a serious tone and replied, “After you left me with a note that you want to achieve in life and seek thrills instead of having a traditional societal life, I started wondering why I am living this life too. In two years of marriage, somewhere my adventure-seeking traveller self started settling for a boring life too. I don’t blame you for leaving me, but it inspired me to do better”.
He started jumping and acting like an action hero, saying, “Now I slash bad guys and whoop their asses. Bam! Boom!” I sipped another can of beer and smirked, saying, “Good for you”. He slowly came closer to me, looked me in my eyes with passion and a soft voice, ‘only if you know how much I missed you’. He grabbed my waist and made me sit on the dining table, and looked intensely. I couldn’t resist myself anymore. I grabbed his robe and started kissing. The kiss felt like a rebound on my lips. His soft lips felt like the first time. His hand reached my neck, and he gripped me closer, gently stroking my right boob with another hand. I moaned a little, and he smirked again, softly, while kissing me.
After a while, he moves away from me, leaving me more desperate for his love. He checked his wall clock and started moving. He looked at me with a naughty smile and said, ‘We’ll do the rest later’. He winked at me and left for work after dropping me back at my apartment. The kiss left a tingling sensation for a long time. Coming back to work, I’ll meet him after two days for the same project, as MLA Lokpal Yadav still needs to be taken to Haryana safely from Mumbai. Somewhere, my heart was hoping to meet him again soon. Oh my god! I should focus on the project, not this. I left him for good and ain’t letting my past who were around me again.
Thanks to Abhishek, he helped the next part of the mission went successfully. Not much of a fuss. Only two suspicious men were found that Abhay took care of closely. Vanita, before leaving the scene, said, “Abhay still has feelings for you, and past year, this crackhead always talked about you churning my head. You’d better get it fixed this time; this loser is hopeless. He still considers you as his wife and secretly always watches you”. She patted my shoulder and left me more confused than ever. Didn’t he say that he moved on and remarried again?
As I wound up my day, an unknown call rang from my phone. Usually, I get new assignments or dead threads all the time, but this time, I got worse than that, which is Abhay’s call. ‘What’s up, Abhay? What made you call up, and how did you get my secret number?’ I asked. He replied, “Nothing, just a hunch. I mean, I hacked into Abhishek’s mobile previously. Nothing much.” He laughed, and I was surprised that the hacker got hacked lol. No wonder he is in S rank. He asked me to meet him at our first date restaurant in Goregaon for dinner tomorrow, with a plea to not wear any tomboy outfit with weapons loaded underneath, as if I’ll hear him lol. Of course next day I came up with that outfit and guns he didn’t tell me not to wear.
He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders with a little disappointment on his face. We were talking about our boring old days and watching me uninterested in the talks, he asked, ‘Why did you leave me so soon and didn’t answer my call that day?’. I said, “So you wanted another confrontation leading to argument and resentment in my heart? Hell no”. He felt bitter, but I had no remorse. I was sick of that boring life.
We were having dinner and suddenly the loud voice of shooting occurred, and the crowd started panicking. A gangster was found to be offended by the food there and killed a waiter. Abhay and I were moving out of the scene because that wasn’t our mission after all, but something stopped my feet from going further from the place. I saw an old lady being dragged down to gunpoint by the idiot gangster, blackmailing the restaurant owner to come out so that he could kill him. I rushed to the scene and warned that bastard to let that old lady go. He tried shooting me, and of course, with my emergency gun and knife, I cleaned his team, leaving him scared and alone.
He looked so scared, like he would pee in his pants. Then, suddenly, someone from behind hit my head with an iron rod and I fainted. When I opened my eyes, I was in a hotel, tied to bed, only to find out that I was left in my underwear. Later, that bastard came along with someone from behind who turned out to be my boss’s friend. I was puzzled about what was going on. Later, I found out that a friend of my boss was the father of that brat, and he had a sexual intent on me for a long time. Watching his son catch interest in me too, he decided to have fun together and kill me later. Such a malicious father and son duo.
Before I could act and escape from the loose ties of bed, Abhay jumped inside the room by breaking the bedroom glass window. What a terrific entry. Nice! First, I found myself here, then the boss’s friend and his son wanted to have sex with me, and now my not-so-ex-husband comes to save my ass here like a hero, and I’m here tied to this stupid bed like an idiot, looking like a BDSM half-naked pornstar. So embarrassing. Ugh.
He handled his bodyguards and the gang of that shitty duo brutally by kicking them from the tower window like trash papers. It was satisfying to watch, even though I felt offended that I had to be saved like a Damsel in Distress. After the fight got over somehow, I smiled awkwardly at Abhay, pointing my hands to get untied and said, ‘Thanks... umm... this is embarrassing, but can you untie me?’.
He smiled and said, “We have some unfinished business to do, princess. Stay here and don’t yap”. Abhay sounds sexy when he gives me an order, but I’m offended, though. And what does he mean by unfinished business? I frowned and looked the other way while he was busy fighting with the last bodyguard over there. That Gangster’s father smiled and said to him, “You are something, I must say. Want to join my gang? Or would you like to share my bed with this rebel lady over there?”
Abhay got very furious and he threw the gangster out of the window and said, ‘Nobody dares to touch my woman, she’s mine’. The guy managed to hold the balcony’s grill, begging for his dear life. ‘Someone send me help,’ he cries. Abhay calls Vanita, and she picks that guy up, cuffs him and moves forward to hand him over police. Before that, she checks me and, spouting laughter, looks at my condition and says to Abhay, ‘can’t believe you’ll go this length to save your your not so ex wife. Lmao’.
Abhay nods off and tells her to leave. He closed the door and came closer to me ‘What were you thinking, young woman? If something had happened to you, what would I have done? Next time, don’t go around inviting men to bed. You are mine!’, he said with an intense look, furious but in a seductive tone. In utter offence, I laughed sarcastically and replied, “Huh? You are mine? What nonsense! You never chased my heart hard enough to understand me over these years. What makes you think you owe me?”
He aggressively grabs my wrist tighter than the ropes I’ve been tied to. Before I could speak, he kissed me. In that moment, I fell harder. I couldn’t resist. I missed those lips on mine, and suddenly the breeze of familiarity broke in my arms again. He unbuttoned his white shirt slowly and unbuckled his belt, piercing his sharp look in my eyes.
He was watching me like he wanted to ravish me for years, very thirsty. Abhay pulled out his belt and made a noise out of it. It excited me, and I bit my lips a bit. He smirked slowly, grabbing my hair from the back of my head and firmly saying, “This time I won’t let you down with vanilla sex like we used to. This time I won’t let you go.” He spanked my ass and started rubbing his tip on my pussy. ’I know that look. You want it, Abhay replied, looking at my desperate body wanted to be touched by him.
I know this time will be different. He won’t bore me anymore. And he finally got it. He’s my first love. Even though this marriage was an arranged marriage, I only loved him. It was I who left him to achieve my dreams, but my heart remained with him. I embraced his strong arms and hugged him tightly with slight tears of joy, sliding down my cheeks as he thrust me deep inside, moaning hymns of joy and pleasure. We cummed together, round after round, holding our hands tightly the whole night, making love until we no longer could hold up.
Finally, we went to sleep, cuddling and caressing each other, wondering if we could hold more nights together like this. For the first time, I wanted Abhay more than anything. Now that I have achieved my dreams of having a thrilling life, and he levelled up in his game with such ace, my brain is telling me to accept this relationship or whatever this time.
The next morning, when I woke up, I was in a different setting. A bed full of roses, beautiful decor, and a villa with a jacuzzi. I was clueless. I thought this could be another trick of that gangster. I woke up cautiously and started inspecting the scene in detail. Abhay startled me as he came from behind. He said, ‘Good morning, beauty.’ I looked at him in question, asking what all this was about.
He replied, “I know this is all of a sudden, but I wanted to do this for you. I was naive the whole time. I thought this was how couples live in marriage with a monotonous life. I couldn’t think, and I was cowardly to ask you the whole time what you wanted from me in this relationship. Now I have found you again and I won’t miss any chance to love you. I can’t lose you again.” I held his hand with tears of joy and asked, ‘But how did you know I wanted this?’. He laughed and whispered to my ear, saying, ‘It’s a secret.’
I laughed back and replied, ‘I’m an agent, didn’t you forget? I’ll find out sooner or later,’ winking at him. Abhishek came along and handed us a cup of coffee and said, “Who else would know that you are a badass yet hopeless, romantic woman apart from me? You literally bleeded my ears with your fake scenarios with Abhay, yapping the whole time since the time we met.” I got so shy that I hid behind Abhay. Both were teasing me and giving me that dumb look.
Abhay turned around and put a minimalistic golden ring on my finger and said, ’I know we never divorced, but would you like to remarry me again?’. He looked at me with hope in his eyes. My heart wanted to jump and say yes, but somewhere my mind was panicking a bit in fear of falling into the same type of boring marriage again. So I took a few steps back and gave a tensed smile. Abhishek threw a plastic bottle on my head and rolled his eyes, saying, “Bitch, come on! Jaanvi, you didn’t accept my love, so do accept his. I can see he changed, not better than me, but give Abhay a chance this time. Trust yourself.”
I nodded in agreement, hugging both of them tightly. Three months later, I started packing my stuff at the agent’s office on the last day of my office. I have shifted to Abhay’s agency office to work together with him. I was winding up my charger, and my boss came to my cabin and said, “Today, I see the spark in your eyes. When I first met you, you were hopeless and scared. If it wasn’t for your love, I wouldn’t have let you go. After all, you were my best agent so far. And I’m sorry for what my friend and his son did. So let that shit slide off. Do remember this old man.” I hugged him tightly, bidding him farewell. He waved me goodbye and pointed his finger like a gun and gave me little cute shots of laughter.
Abhay picked me up from my office. I was overwhelmed by the loss of leaving that office that gave me a new start in life, as well as the excitement of new beginnings I will have with Abhay. Abhishek found his love interest in Vanita, and they maintain their relationship low-key. I started working on S-ranked missions under Abhay. True experience indeed. Later, we remarried and exchanged our vows at the Maldives beach with our close ones and lived happily ever after with blood and guns on our hands, hustling and thrusting harder together each day.
