CHAPTER 1 （First Meet） #2
My training kicked in, and I dodged a punch, retaliating with a series of precise strikes on the attackers who kept lunging at us.
“Watch out,” I shouted at Krish, who ducked at my warning, then swiftly turned around and kicked the man who tried to attack him from behind.
His agility and resourcefulness shocked me to the core.
How could he fight so well? Who was he? Together, we fought as an unlikely duo against the imminent threat.
Soon, the three hired attackers of the drug cartel’s son struggled to fight back, their energies quickly dwindling.
That’s when the drug cartel’s son decided to take matters into his own hands.
He lunged at me with a frenzied determination, fuelled by rage and desperation.
I dodged his attacks, while Krish, though not a trained agent, showcased an uncanny ability to subdue the rest of the men.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally managed to secure a hold on the drug cartel’s son while Krish restrained the others. The door was kicked open, and my men and the local police entered the washroom. I took a sigh of relief, finally realising that the mission I was here for had succeeded.
“You okay, Trisha?” Paul asked, and I nodded at him, still breathing hard. “Good job,” he added, equally relieved.
As my men dragged the attackers and the drug cartel’s son out, Krish returned to me. He was about to touch me when I stepped back, confused by his sudden display of affection.
“Stop fussing. I’ve washed my hands, if you remember,” he playfully chided before guiding me toward the basin and turning on the tap. The cool water flowed, a stark contrast to the heat and tension that lingered in the air.
With a dampened tissue, he tenderly touched my forehead, where a cut, unknown to me, had been silently oozing blood. Krish’s touch was surprisingly gentle, leaving me momentarily breathless.
“So, Trisha, huh?” he inquired, his tone taking on a softer note now that he knew my name. As he cleaned the wound, his touch felt warm and comforting, and a subtle chemistry seemed to ignite between us. “Narcotics Control Bureau, CBI, state police...? Who do you work for?”
“It’s none of your business,” I retorted, perhaps a bit harshly, as I snatched the tissue from him, attempting to regain my composure.
Although I tried to keep a distance, an unspoken connection lingered, an invisible thread that seemed to pull us closer.
The touch of his fingers on my forehead had sparked something beyond the physical—a connection that hinted at the possibility of more encounters and more shared moments amid the unpredictability of our lives.
“Next time, don’t get involved in my mess. You may lose your life,” I warned him. Unable to handle this tension, I was about to turn around and leave, but he interrupted me.
“Next time?” he teased, his expression a mix of amusement and genuine curiosity. “You look quite interested in meeting me again.”
I shot him a sharp glance, my attempt at seriousness meeting his persistent playfulness. “This isn’t funny. It was a dangerous mission, and you shouldn’t have been a part of it.”
Unfazed, Krish leaned casually against the wall, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
“Well, dangerous or not, you have to admit, it was a memorable first meeting, at least for me. Whenever I would use a public restroom henceforth, there would always be a lingering concern about my privacy, hoping you don’t barge in there again, looking for your suspects. ”
I rolled my eyes, unable to hide a grudging smile. Krish possessed an incredible ability to turn a potentially tense situation into light-hearted banter, a skill that left me momentarily disarmed.
“Good,” I nodded, feigning satisfaction. “I’m glad to leave that kind of impact on a man who thinks he’s the coolest guy in the world.”
I exited the washroom, knowing Krish had followed me out, too.
I couldn’t shake the feeling that Krish, with his charm and curiosity, had left an indelible mark on a mission that was supposed to remain strictly professional.
Paul exchanged a glance with me, raising an eyebrow, silently questioning the unexpected ally by my side.
Ignoring his unasked question, I stepped out of the neon-lit ambience of the Inferno Fusion Nightclub.
Little did I know, our paths were bound to cross again, and the unpredictable journey had only just begun.
A month later, I received an offer letter from GLEN, the Global Law Enforcement Network, an organisation headquartered in Austria dedicated to combating international crime and tracking down the world’s most wanted and elusive criminals.
The letter extended an invitation for me to work as their secret agent in India for specific missions.
What caught my attention was the signature on the letter, signed by one of its Directors—Krish Rajvanshi! !
In an instant, I realised he was the same man who had left a lasting impression on me since our initial encounter. Because beneath his signature, there was a personal handwritten note that read, ‘Your charming fool.’
Though the offer letter had caught me off guard, I neatly folded it with a smile playing on my lips, marvelling at how that day Krish had asked me if I believed in serendipity.
It never crossed my mind that someone as charming and amusing as Krish could hold the position of Director in one of the world’s topmost law enforcement organisations.
Only a fool would give up on such an opportunity.
Thus, I made the decision to accept it. After all, he had piqued my curiosity too and I wanted another chance to meet him and get to know him better. Period!!